That could be mighty useful in the long, cold nights at this time of year.
Sour, is it my imagination, or is that green slime over there moving?
aannnnd - do I see . . . do you see . . . . eyes?
Well, I could have just let them blow all the way out there into the moat, then you'd have had to swim out there to get them. Would you have preferred that?
Come to think of it, I might have preferred that. Here's a good gust coming; how about I just let go, and watch?
Yup, and as long as we all have enough sense not to teach you how to post pictures ( the Queen has declared that a guaranteed lifetime pass to the deepest part of the moat) you'll continue to keep them in trust.
But whether or not you know what you are doing, one thing I don't think MFB is doing is cross-dressing. I've heard him say that "I wear the pants in this family. Em picks them out, but I wear them," but I think he at least requires that you shop in the men's department.
How could you be "led astray" by one purer than driven snow - did you get lost in the blizzard, or something?
But oh, yes, MFB was knighted, and dazed, I've no doubt; maybe even crowned a few times . . . .