This shows how frustrating poor word recall is but it is best to strike when inspiration does even if it means bending and breaking the grammarphone record.++++
While they were on the far off shores, Beryl and Buzby decided to make a break of it. They had the most wonderful time lazing, basking and generally living a lotus life in what seemed like paradise. In fact, they enjoyed it so much that it was an effort for the pair to leave the idyllic but foreign shores. Beryl suggested that it would be an education to study the unfamiliar 'flora and fawna' and the pair wandered around the island becoming even further wrapt in it's charm. It was rewarding to meet new animals and event he creepie crawlies had the courtesy to give them the time of day. What most intrigued Beryl was the abundance of *(unfamiliar)* flowers and she felt rather guilty whilst she rolled and romped in their pollen and fed on their nectar. Beryl wondered whether the local insect life would object to her antics but they assured her that it was a great help to them due to the lack of pollenators and the abundance of flora on the island. It was sad to them when they were unable to treat each flower with the love and respect it deserved in order to put them into pollenation for the *(assurance) // assured/continued survival/existence)* of a future generation. One species had virtually disappeared due to it’s size because the local *(Nectar Collectors / Pollen Eaters)* found it hard work brushing and kissing the flower heads in order to produce the changed-scent effect which was a sign of forthcoming offspring as the flowers imparted their *(essence/aroma/perfume of life)* onto the warm and fertile earth.
