Silvia, the boa constrictor, is nervously slipping up and down the trees around my home. "Chipper, are you ssure that it'ss ssafe to sstay?"

If a feller can speak freely, which I guess I kinda do darn well all o’ the time, one o’ the best things a boy like you could do is get hitched with a Cove girl. I canna erase ink. Maybe I shouldnta said that.

"Spring treats us fine," the haughty daffies say, tossing their magnificent heads, convinced that not even the sun is a handsomer yellow than they...