While she was a PLAIN Jane, she took the PRIZE at the county fair. Full of PRIDE, she pranced away waving her ribbon. That’ll teach ’em, she exclaimed, I am a PRIME beauty, not to be ignored!

Georg’ann

“What is that NOISE?” remarked Sam as he walked into the kitchen.
“Exiled Muskrats. Aren’t they fab?” Replied his exuberant youngest daughter.
“A band of trained muskrats? They ought to be exiled! They won’t win any PRIZE from me, my love.” He couldn’t help smiling at her with PRIDE as she laughed and tossed a cheese nip in his direction, feeling this was the PRIME of life.

Heather