Stoats

I like stoats.

A friend of mine is very fond of stoats.

Do you love stoats as much as I love them?

How could you hate stoats? They are so cute.

We have often lightly made fun of our friend's affection for stoats.

When I'm in a bad mood, I like to think of stoats to cheer myself up.

A good friend of mine wanted to write a poem dedicated to stoats, but gave up after realising he could never hope to create anything so beautiful that it would deserve to bask in the stoat glory.

My brother has recently taken a fancy to stoats.

Like the colour blue, stoats are one of the things that appeal to me on a primal level.

I first learned of how beautiful stoats could be when David, whom I had lately befriended, showed me his stoat photo album.