Packed it up with their presents, their ribbons, their wrappings, Their snoof and their fuzzles, their tringlers and trappings! Ten thousand feet up, up the side of Mount Crumpet, He rode with his load to the tiptop to dump it!
The Grinch hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season.
Every Who down in Whoville liked Christmas a lot. But the Grinch who lived just North of Whoville did not!
And then! Oh, the noise! Oh, the noise! Noise! Noise! Noise! There’s one thing I hate! All the NOISE! NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!
He brought everything back, all the food for the feast! And he, he himself, the Grinch carved the roast beast!
Every Who down in Who-ville, the tall and the small, Was singing! Without any presents at all! He HADN'T stopped Christmas from coming! IT CAME! Somehow or other, it came just the same!
Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant, Around the whole room, and he took every present!
He brought back their snoof and their tringlers and fuzzles, Brought back their pantookas, their dafflers and wuzzles.
Vintage. That was what the used car sales automaton had called the little white car. Three hours later, she learned that vintage meant death trap.
I am emotional about engines, if you hurt my car, you hurt my heart.
While we have so many great memories with the car, our favourite, of course, is that of the Great Fiat Hunt. To take three months to drive slowly around one of the most beautiful countries in the world was an unforgettable experience.
Almost any one can think up an idea. The thing that counts is developing it into a practical product.