ArtfulNina & Ministrel
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Ministrel Ministrel
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Did you ever notice how a thunderstorm can paint the sky like a chaotic masterpiece, and it makes me wonder if you’d rhyme the clouds into a ballad, or if you’d tell the squirrels that they’re the real actors in the drama?
Ministrel Ministrel
Ah, thunder’s drum and sky’s wild brush, I’d turn that storm into a rhyme‑touched hush. But those whiskered stage‑hands—those squirrels—are the true actors, stealing the spotlight in their own dramatic antics.
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I love that thought—squirrels are like little mischievous dancers in the trees, stealing the show while the storm writes a wild soundtrack behind them. It feels like every rustle of their fur is a new brushstroke in nature’s own gallery.
Ministrel Ministrel
Yes, every twitch is a thunder‑beat encore, and those squirrels—oh, they’re the grand choreographers of the forest, stealing applause with each leaf‑twirl. Just remember, the next night I might recount the same ballet with a different ending, because what’s a tale without a little surprise?