Frogs Are From Mars, Princesses Are From Venus The green grass gave way beneath soft embroidered slippers as the princess stepped off the path onto the south lawn and made her way toward the wishing well.She had just passed the hollyhocks when a glint of gold caught her eye. There, along the serpentine edge of the flower bed, a long straight rut of mud cut across the garden as if something had hit the ground hard and rolled across it at great speed."It can't be a croquet ball," the princess mused. That game only took place on the east lawn, and besides her set was silver.Indeed, the bright golden sphere nestled among the bellflowers turned out to be even larger than she expected, bu
The TARDIS and the HARE The T.A.R.D.I.S. and the H.A.R.E."Oh, this place." Sarah Jane Smith let her gaze linger over the soaring walls of the Stadshuset. "After seeing the splendours of the universe, at times like this I remember just how beautiful life on Earth can be.""Well, that's what this is all about, isn't it? Inventas vitam juvat excoluisse per artes," Clyde stumbled through the Latin printed in his Nobel banquet program. "'Inventions enhance life which is beautified through art'.""Stockholm is beautiful," Maria gushed. "Especially at night.""You can say that again," Clyde remarked, focusing not on the stunning examples of national romanticist archi
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