Shorth is better than length.
When he worked, he really worked. But when he played, he really PLAYED.
Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting.
Unslumping yourself is not easily done.
Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened.
He should not be here, " said the fish in the pot. " he should not be here when your mother is not.