"Well," Alexandra said, looking out at the church full of croaking frogs, "I guess I have a kingdom to kiss."

The donkey showed no lasting ill effects, but the dwarf never could get the smell of lime jello out of his beard.

Jack surreptitiously glanced at the empty house next door, settled into his porch swing and thought to himself, "I've never seen paint that looked so much like blood."

As the blast doors split from the metal hands clawing their way in, I kissed her one final time, whispered, "I love you" and held down the button that would let loose the nuclear furnace, vaporizing not only our unfeeling attackers, but also the only human city left on Earth.

Parker almost felt alive again if for but a moment, just as his body was immolated by the sunrise in a bath of fire, ultimately returning him to the dust.

Speeding away with one eye on the rear-view mirror, Martina felt a great sense of satisfaction and closure as the flames leapt from Jack's bedroom window.

And so it came to pass that the elephant realised he wasn't an accomplished accordianist, and the monkey learned to tell jokes without spoiling the punchline, and the zebra began to see things in shades of grey; I looked upon my efforts with satisfaction, and gloom settled over the jungle.

As his wife snuggled closer to him and sighed, Rhett smiled and said, "Scarlett, after 40 years of marriage, I'm still glad you figured out that I really did give a damn."

Miss Scarlett, in the library, with the candle-stick, as usual – and to claims that it is always the one you least expect, I cry false – for our passion brooked no denying; what transpired will remain a mystery, except to say I found no murder, and the lady most willing.

The wind starts blowing again outside, careless of the noise that's roaring inside his head; he lies down and closes his eyes in a sigh, once again wishing himself what he knows the night will never bring.