Jazzmin Flush (37)

   
   "Jazzmin Flush (37)"
   
   Jazzmin Flush was regally royal, always.  Anyway, Thomas was thriving life and back in his khaki pants, zipped and couth, glaring at the female, scoundrel beauty known simply as Rascal.  She was smiling unpure breeding in his white, arctic direction.
   "You ever read the American Dictionary?"  She asked.  "Like chisel on my fizzle, but don't ya dare get any drizzle?  Thanks to progressive politicians like Teddy Bear allowing creative birth.  We are not English in America, after all.  But God Bless 'em."
   Thomas was cool and curious.  He liked Rascal.  And that spawned considerable trepidation within his velvety paw pads.