“You’re super beautiful.”
“You’re super dorky”
Love blossomed.
The faithful dog returned the ball years later.
The stuffed dog wouldn’t play fetch ever again.
Auntie Em’s cyclone insurance didn’t cover munchkin labor.
E.T. helped the cow jump over the moon.
The dish and spoon’s tryst lasted one meal.
Hickory gawked as Dickery-dock ran up the clock.
“‘You’re nuts,’ is a complement”
“…among squirrels.”
“Yeah…”
Nessy patted Bigfoot’s back, “I believe in you.”
“I’m the Hippopotamus!”
“You have the worst catchphrases.”
He was dead, but that didn’t stop him.
Moose, sheep, and deer gathered to discuss plurals.
The two-year-old’s atom-splitting tantrums nuked Daddy for helping.
His mom loved his clone more than him.
No one trusted the prophet of Mecca Arizona.
The prophesy foretold his downfall and scraped knee.
The spacesuit was no match for the shrapnel.
The mech-suit protected him from everything but emotions.
The giant fought the mouse to a stalemate.
The large man was the smallest in largesse.