We are eight days from the swan festival.

They will swim along the roads, and the trucks will park and rest.

There are more ways to skin a mango than are sold at the kitchen shop.

The kitchen sink?

A different matter, for a whole group of qualified engineers.

Now, the cashiers have PHD’s and the dogs are veterinarians.

The police are wrapping gifts and singing carols, blues songs and learning to waltz.

We are no more surprised than our grandparents were when science fiction became mainstream.