And the little things...

Will likely stay the little things. I really don't think typing out a full "qu'est-ce que c'est" when people mention Psycho Killer on Facebook will rate highly in my metaphorical photo album.

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A mutt, it seems, had strayed away,

To a tile-roofed cottage that showery day,

He sniffed the grass, he sniffed the air,

He sniffed without the slightest care,

Concern arose from within that place,

And from that window arose a face,

A face most grim, lost hope for sure,

That set itself scurrying t'ward the door,

The mutt now looked an excitable chap,

And jammed his head into the small cat-flap,

And though the man seemed unfriendly to boot,

He was rather partial to a bit of free 'loot',

The door swung forth, with a hiss in the rain,

And the dear little mutt was never seen again,

This man, who we had thought so meek,

Then enjoyed fresh meat for the following week!

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Oh, the whimsy! One needs to keep up small exercises, just to maintain oneself.