He could not save the king from himself.
Her magic took his breath away, quite literally.
The unicorn thought, therefore, by Descartes, she was.
She cuddled her velveteen rabbit. He cuddled back.
His daughter fabricated the monsters in her closet
The caterpillar wished he could be a cat.
The troll threw his potatoes at the sky.
The dragon liked chicken black and humans rare.
The fairy tricked him out of his tooth.
He leapt over her and onto her sword.
The color king welcomed gray into his kingdom.
“Arthur, thou shouldst have specified a rectangular table.”
The dragon swallowed the dog. It kept barking.
The dog barked at the dragon quite ineffectually.
The dragon growled at the dinosaur, “Hey, Cuz.”
He forged a sword from whisks and spoons.
When he palmed the coin, the dragon appeared.
The unicorn ignored the very self-proclaimed virgin princess.
The genie granted wishes in return for love.
“You need to know… the monsters are real.”