Wordle Wednesday #21

 7.2.25 - You do NOT want to incur the ire of the juice gods.

(Yeah, "wrath" would be the more optional word there, but I didn't USE "wrath" in my wordle puzzle that day, so deal with it. Also, I like the idea of irate gods of juice. Or, just gods of juice in general, but particularly, the idea of angry ones.)

7.3.25 - “Golly,” the pale, downy moose said, “the poppy seed muffins touch my soul!” 

(Talking moose almost always improves things. Especially if they say non sequiturs about  pastries.)

7.4.25 - The octopus can easily nudge these marbles around the curve.

(Octopuses are smart, yo.)

7.5.25 - I can’t make it any barer - based on what we’ve discovered, the baker was eaten by the baler.

(Freaking hay balers are frightening machines. The baker ...may have gotten what they deserved.)

7.6.25 - When hiking on a trail, I spilled water on my anatomy textbook, smudging the section on the atria, and thus throwing off my ratio of studying to relaxing I had for the weekend.

(First - fuck you, Wordle. "Atria"? Really?? Second - ha! Managed to sentence it up anyway.)

7.7.25 - I am still haunted by the sound of the shark balancing on the single steel stilt as it advanced onto the land. 

(Sharks with legs? Scary. Sharks with artificial legs like stilts? Scarier. Sharks using JUST ONE stilt, in order to get onto land, and thus increase the area they can attack? Scariest.)

7.8.25 - I dread having to deal with the freak who will choose to renew the grape flavor treat.

(Yeah. Grape is for five year old kids who don't know any better. Just end it, and have the kids adapt to having better flavors.)