first?

oliver’s all like, i’m in your vineyard, giving it a sniffy-sniff.

– someone at 3:44 pm, 13 Jun 08

LRR Hugo:
Into the woods, It’s time to go,
I hate to leave, I have to, though.
Into the woods—
It’s time, and so I must begin my journey.
Into the woods and through the trees
to where I am expected, ma’am,
Into the woods to Grandmère’s house—

The way is clear, the light is good,
I have no fear, nor no one should.
The woods are just trees, the trees are just wood.
(I sort of hate to ask it,
But do you have a basket?)

Into the woods, and down the dell,
The path is straight, I know it well.
Into the woods, and who can tell
What’s waiting on the journey?
Into the woods to bring some bread
To Oliver who Is sick in bed.
But into the woods, into the woods,
Into the woods to Grandmère’s house

And home before dark!

– bonita at 5:38 pm, 13 Jun 08

The vigilant vintner keeps a watchful eye on the vine so as to gather the grapes at their peak of perfection.

– RPF at 8:17 pm, 13 Jun 08

A sniffy sniff? Ridunkulous!

– Anna at 1:45 am, 15 Jun 08