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THE ADVENTURE OF THE SPECKLED BAND
sand-bar, sorrowful
A Schwalling is when he does something unintentionally idiotic that makes him look stupid,
Oh my god, I am so awesome!" Leo bellowed.
"So awesome!" Echo yelled back.
"He is funny," a nymph ventured.
"And cute, in a scrawny way," another said.
"Scrawny?" Leo asked. "Baby I invented scrawny. Scrawny is the new sizzling hot.
He was a dandy with on eear cocked, a gleam on his claw and a glint in his eye. He sauntered through the market square elegant and tattered, admired and cursed: a highwayman, a gentleman thief. His name was Taggle, for the three kittens had been Raggle, Taggle, and Bone.
Mouseburger: unpretty, unspecial, unformed.
The squealing little arse-gerbil.
Dick" Counterfly had absquatulated swiftly into the night, leaving his son with only a pocketful of specie and the tender admonition, "Got to 'scram,
The scatterbrain,
is a little like,
the patter of rain.
Neither here,
nor there,
but everywhere.
[ ... ] a super-rat. I nailed it across the eyes once with a lucky shot with the butt of my gun, but it got up again and shat in my telephone.
Hey Chris, bet you don't know the Latin name of the red-headed woodpecker.
That was a hard one. Chris had to say Melanerpes erythrocephalus very slowly.
We must scrunch or be scrunched.
Bathsheba! to whom none ever said scat- No worthier cat Ever sat on a mat, Or caught a rat. Requiescat!
It seems," the undead Tiste Edur said, "my Hounds have found new . . . pets."
"Saw his head off, Cotillion," Shadowthrone said. "I hate him already.
A squirrel, Ratatosk, lives in the branches of the world-tree. It takes gossip and messages from Nidhogg, the dread corpse-eater, to the eagle and back again. The squirrel tells lies to both of them, and takes joy in provoking anger.
What goes click ninety-nine times and clack once? A centipede with a clubfoot.
Carnsarn ye for a pair of busted-down, walleyed, spavined ignorantipedes! Gettin' so a man can't even git ten winks on his own chuck wagon without you buzzard baits clownin' up!
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
Mouse-brained fool
Who are you anyway?" Krendler said. "You're not Starling. You've got the spot on your face, but you're not Starling.
Myrtle Elizabeth Warren - a pretty name - my name - no need for the moaning. SCORPIUS:
The demented strutting of a dumb bird in the moonlight.
Yes, I'm a mouse. Squeak, squeak. Now shoo-shoo back to your little bug friends, said Rirped, picking up a hunk of dried beef. He tore a off a piece with his teeth and noticed Boots hadn't moved. He pulled back his lips to reveal a row of jagged teeth and gave her a sharp hiss.
Who's Kreacher?"
"The house-elf who lives here," said Ron. "Nutter. Never met one like him."
"He is not a nutter," said Hermione.
"His life's ambition is to have his head cut off and stuck up on a plaque like his mother", said Ron. "Is that normal, Hermione?
-Pig.
-I prefer the term rutting beast.
I hate that word, by the way. Retarded. I
What species is he?" "British
a creature of impulse.
O honorable strumpet
blatherskate," I
I bet his mother was a wyvern.
-Scamp
I dub thee Toadsticker," I said. "Slayer of miscreants, opener of packages, occasional carver of baked turkeys. Let all men hear, and know mild caution." I swear the steel flickered.
Reptilian green the wrinkled throat,
Green as a bough of yew the beard;
He bent his head, and so I smote
For sondry scoles maken sotile clerkis;
Womman of manye scoles half a clerk is.
How do you call among you the little mouse, the mouse that jumps?" Paul asked, remembering the pop-hop of motion at Tuono Basin. He illustrated with one hand. A chuckle sounded through the troop. "We call that one muad'dib," Stilgar said. Jessica
Non ... Gratum ... Anum ... Ro - ' I can't make that out." "Rodentum," Bosch said. Sakai looked at him. "Dog Latin," Bosch told him. "Not worth a rat's ass. He was a tunnel rat. Vietnam.
I tell you Schoonmaker she doesn't know what she has. That's the heart of it. She's like some wild creature who hasn't a clue the worth of its coat.
I don't keer w'at you do wid me, Brer Fox,' sezee, 'so you don't fling me in dat brier-patch. Roas' me, Brer Fox' sezee, 'but don't fling me in dat brier-patch,' sezee.
The Carrion Crow and Turkey-Buzzard possess great power of recollection, so as to recognise at a great distance a person who has shot at them, and even the horse on which he rides.
What colour was her scythe?"
"Sadly, I wasn't able to take the time to appreciate its subtle hues as it tore through my skin.
You snorted. And you call a dick a schlong.
SPIIIIIDERS!" The world ceased its turning. The owl went dumb. The Milky Way flickered on the verge of extinction. Ben hollered it again: "Spiders!" He started thrashing wildly amid the pine needles. "They're all over me!
Now, 'Dasher!' now, 'Dancer!' now, 'Prancer' and 'Vixen!'
On, 'Comet!' on, 'Cupid!' on, 'Donner' and 'Blitzen!'
Blink at the sunned scratch
and stumble into silence
pg. 55// A Coney Island of the Mind
A leech who, having penetrated the shell of a turtle only to find that the creature has long been dead, deems it expedient to form a new attachment to a fresh turtle.
My nickname in grade school was salamander because I have a lazy eye
No better than Bellyfluff, Sillystuff, or Starchyruff;
A little roving, solitary thing.
The scribbler's life is never done.
Zed : Penguins, such fascinating creatures, but I didn't know you were studying them. What class is that you're taking?
Sky: The 'we-stupid-looking-creature-should-stick-together' class.
The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.
am Slinklebert Petrovius Mordechai Smythe, but everyone calls me Slinky, mainly because nobody can ever figure out how to say my name properly.
The southern edge of town. Tim was a liver-colored bird dog, the pet of Maycomb. "What's he doing?" "I don't know, Scout. We better go home.
Strygalldwir is my name. Conjure with it and I will eat your heart and liver."
"Conjure with it? I can't even pronounce it, and my cirrhosis would give you indigestion.
Scrawny little mundane bastard.
What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?
What do you call the Hrothgar-wrecker when Hrothgar has been wrecked?
A scoundrel is an evil heliotrope turning always in the direction of the most powerful.
A dehoy who was terribly hobble,
Cast only stones that were cobble
And bats that were ding,
From a shot that was sling,
But never hit inks that were bobble.
I wish I had some stock in a scrunchie company.
Ragweed,wild oat,vetch,butcher grastrong>sstrong>strong>sstrong>,invaginate volunteer beanstrong>sstrong>,all headstrong>sstrong> gently nodding in a morning breeze like a mother'strong>sstrong> strong>sstrong>oft hand on your cheek ...
Scorch: "I think Sev might have an anger problem."
Sev: "I think you have an intelligence problem.
Bedazzled? What the heck was a bedazzle?
What's your name?" Scapegrace asked.
"Gerald," said the man.
Scapegrace pondered. Gerald the zombie just didn't have that fear-inducing ring to it. "I'm going to call you Thrasher," he said.
We're playing Scrabble. It's a nightmare."
"Scrabble?" He sounds surprised. "Scrabble's great."
"Not when you're playing with a family of geniuses, it's not. They all put words like 'iridiums'. And I put 'pig'.
The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders
At out quaint spirits.
Tigerclaw flicked his tail. How who were?
Creep, clobber, squawk. Repeat.
Scrimgeour: "It's time you learned some respect!"
Harry: "It's time you earned it.
One who sings with his tongue on fire, gargles in the rat race choir.
Scapegrace leaped up. "I am the Killer Supreme! I make
murder into an art form!"
Skulduggery hit him again and Scapegrace did a little twirl
before falling.
She wore a tattered wiesenboden the color
of a schooper.
Egg-sucking son of a porcupine!
Where has he gone, my meadow mouse,
My thumb of a child that nuzzled in my palm?
To run under the hawk's wing,
Under the eye of the great owl watching from the elm-tree,
To live by courtesy of the shrike, the snake, the tom-cat.
(from "The Meadow Mouse")
You weasel, good-for-nothing, scumbag, swine,
sleazebag, scumbucket, scoundrel, son-of-a-bitch!"
In the midst of everything, we all looked at Rosina,
who smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry. I was reading the Dictionary the other day."
I stared at her with incomprehension.
Leave it alone Schuyler. For your sake and mine.
Aggle flabble kabble . . . snurp?
SCORPIUS: Thank you for being my light in the darkness
alter kocker like me. Street-word is Hal hired Coral
Keep your eyes open, Fireheart. Keep your ears pricked. Keep looking behind you. Because one day I'll find you, and then you'll be crowfood.
Nugget?" said Micah, offering a lump to Toby.
"Thanks," said Toby. He took a bite and chewed thoughtfully.
"I think maybe it is a squirrel." He said.
Chadwickius frenemus,
Insect, pup, or rat. It certainly seems to me that you don't know what he is, so maybe you should leave him alone...
'Gracious, Lorelei, you should have kept your mouth shut! Why not just call him a smelly rhinoceros wart while you're at it?' (Lorelei)
Meerlust Rubicon from South Africa, a suitably wintry red.
Barking spiders!
So you've got no name?" I asked. "They couldn't think of one ugly enough?"
The creature snarled, stepping over the unconscious policeman.
"Set animal is too hard to say," I decided. "I'll call you Leroy."
Apparently, Leroy didn't like his name. He lunged.
The word rattled in my head like rocks in an oatmeal box.
It means black kitten," I said with my pulse almost even again.
Ares studied me. "And you're ok with them calling you their black kitten?"
"They're wererats, Ares," I said.
He frowned at me.
"They're not calling me their little black rat. Think it through.
You can't spell squirrel without si, and that's me.
Behold, my children!" she said. "The instrument of my revenge. I will call it a scythe!"
The Titans muttered among themselves: What is that for? Why is it curved? How do you spell scythe?
Sassy want a mousey??!! -Syd The Long Lost (Hayle Coven #5)
Eierkopf. Egghead. Because the big double-domed empty heads break so easily ... in the street brawls.
I'm Raine Benares, seeker and ... " I looked up at Vegard.
"What else are people calling me now?"
The big Guardian chuckled and shook his head. "A lot of things, ma'am. Some you've heard, most you haven't, but I'm sure you could guess.
A hawk reeled overhead with a rodent squirming in its beak, close enough so you could see the bird's black shiny eyes.
Oh dear, is that a skunk?" Leonora asked.
"No," Alessandro gasped in horror. "No the smelly cat!"
"I've told you, Alessandro darling, they aren't cats."
"They look like cats. Like the big fluffy cat she's been stepped on and flattened to a big fluffy pancake cat," Alessandro argued.
The hawk with talent hides its talons.
Just call me Sassenach.
A sly old fish, too cunning for the hook.
BLARGLE SLORG NOTH HARGHLE FTHAGN! You know. The usual.
Shaselle?"
"What now?" I incredulously exclaimed.
"Do you have plans tomorrow?"
"What?"
"I have a day off duty. We could-"
"No!" I shouted. "What is this?