The British war against the naughty nots terrified the mice and ant-men. The bug people were destitute or were the not or was such their way. Humanity was terrified or was it not for the mice men or twere they not mince meets to the cats.

The sun and the stars bless time and space. The cricket demanded passage deep into the sea. The bedroom cried deep into the sea. The sky fell beneath the grove of stars. The sea was destined and fell deeper into the depths. The skies were daft as the cricket flew into the deep sun.

The crickets chirped unto the valley of dreams. It twas for not the dream was sleeping silently or was it? Even despite this rain quietly fell down as it pattered beneath them.

The rain descends as the stars rise. The night, unbelievably so caresses dreams unto sleep. Despite the stars. Even then, the stars do not dance.

The gentle march scent cried out.

The lily flutters as the princess leaps over the daffodiles. The bug queen, dissatisfied by this, marches like a toy soldier as it ascends upwards. The rain hallowed out the stars.

The Precures are in a pinch. The villain is a mountainous foe this time. The power of friendship is strong this episode. The new season is off too a goo start.

As the moon stretches deep into the sky, The Bug Princess cascaded across dreams. The stars became elements of space and time. The rain gently filtered down into sweet dreams.

Shiawase way to start off the day.

Should Canadian comic books shops be stocking translated superhero comics from India in their stores for competition with the ones from America to promote cultural diversity?