If your stature were an illness, it seems that the Centipede dispenses medicine to make you well.
I'm afraid I have to expel a rather ferocious hairball. You're on your own, girl.
I can't know everything, pretend you're an orphan.
Let your *need* guide you behavior. *Supress* your instinct to lead... Pursue Rabbit!
Those who say there's nothing like a nice cup of tea for calming the nerves never had *real* tea. It's like a syringe of adrenaline straight to the heart!
I've never trusted toadstools, but I suppose some must have their good points.