Comin' back I had the giraffe; they're slow travellers, and Squashy is lame.
That was a big, squashy man, the colour of a rubber overshoe, and he had an eye like a head waiter's.
Not the kitchen floor, as he thought he would, but on something soft and squashy.
It gave off a squashy noise; was almost as offensively decayed as the corpse of "heritage."
Ten feet away a carabao ...