When disaster strikes, it’s not the government that saves us. It’s the neighbors who show up, the local heroes who step forward, and the families who stick together. Real strength isn’t in the promises from Washington, but in the hands and hearts of everyday Americans. That’s the resilience they can’t control.
| I can run swiftly and silently when you want me to stay still, I can move slowly and cautiously and am yours to fill. You look at me often and yet you always forget me, I am the most feared killer, yet you can’t live without me. Sometimes you have me for all to spare, Yet when you need me, I am not there. You can waste me, or cherish me, you choose the track, But once you’re done, you can never get me back. |
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| A spoonerism is a transposition of initial sounds of two or more words (as in “tons of soil” for “sons of toil”).
Armed with this definition, what is a spoonerism for a collection of almonds, cashews and walnuts as opposed to rejected dogs at the animal shelter? |
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