She didn't want them to grow into wart hogs.
They want everything to be straight.
Because they don't want to wake up the rest of the bunch.
Let it ring.
He'd be scratching at the lid of his coffin yelling, "Let me out! I'm alive! Let me out!!"
He got crossed.
Juan v Juan
Pothead plants.
It's growing on me.
Toad.
A little bit froggy
PIGLET: Beets me!
They were all slow loiners.
A dressmaker sews what she gathers a farmer gathers what he sows.