Small and sly, from Western Europe I came. I steal and trick, bringing mischief and shame.

Your parrot is not dead. It’s probably pining for one of these.

I’m not so strange. Just an inverted mountain range! Stand in my middle, it’s uphill both ways!

It's where your heart is and where your hearth is.

Forever I stretch, some would say I carry a fishy stench. A salty taste and an experience so sweet; dance with the sun and cool off from the heat.