Look no farther than your hand, Make a choice and take a stand.

No small thing, a bee's sting When it enters the heart Not so benign, the growing vine When it tears stone apart

It was karma, it was kismet, it was magic. It doesn't matter how it happened, just that it did.

Razo hopped back up and adopted a posture that said he was completely unruffled, never had been, and in fact was ready to do something manly like lift boulders or swallow live worms.

Listen to your second thought, or the third might be too late.

Nom, do say something funny so she can admire!

I do like the world quite a lot.