Lowercases of random periods~

Always have used the fable of the turtle and the hare when thinking of life.
What would humankind do without their ability to walk?  Our feet have proven to make us a unique creature.  Unlike apes and chimpanzees, a species who we always relate ourselves to as an early form of, we don't have feet which allow us to climb trees.  We walk up and down the aisles of foodways.  We chase after a ball that's out of play.  You're late, better double step it. 

What are you running from Haru?  What did I tell you about listening to that late night radio show- Invaders from Kibershaw? 

But they're in the closet.  I heard them scratching and crawling around in der.  They krept through the window when I was dreaming of that rainbow foot bridge I read about in Thor issue #201.  I found your old comics when you left the stairs to attic drawn. 

You mean you climbed up to the attic all by yourself?  You're one curious rugby babybee!  We better not make too much noise 'cause your mom is filing her toes for tomorrow's foot shoot.  Let's get some rest now, tomorrow is your first day at school and you don't want to be late. 

Ya, and we gonna eat blueberry pancakes and soymilk encrusted toast buns, and...


Enough babybee, you better relax or else forget about falling asleep. 
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At the edge of the minefield Heathrow and Tinshaw plan their way across. 
'Life would be fucking easier if we all had wings', mutters Tin a cigarette jitters up and down with every resounding syllable of what really is his fear of it all.
'Look, Charlie left a trail on the south end of the river.  Those bastards want us to follow the west end of the bank because it's easier to cross.  That means if we get our boots wet for a few clicks in that direction we'll have a chance to flank'em come sunset.' 
Tinshaw felt his gut spinning, a sure sign that Heathrow was right yet again.  The last time he felt his bowls flushing was during his wedding with Chasity.  His folks were all toasting when all of a sudden he saw something in her right shoulder that he never noticed before in their three years of being sweethearts.  Her right side was slightly smaller~ awkwardly smaller, as if she carried wood in her youth like a Chink slave girl would to keep their house warm.  We favor parts of our bodies- limbs, eyes, the way we scratch our groins...  Shit, it bothered him.  Three months later, helicopters are buzzing around him with marks on his shoulder- 8th Platoon-A bachelor in Nam'.