Among the scurvy seas o' sailin'

Looking around the library, I noticed vast quantities of books unseen to my virgin eyes. Books that were tall, books that were small. Books that were fat, books that were flat. I realized something. What are books? What are nooks? What are snook? A snook is a fish.

I was driving down a busy two way street downtown. I saw an old lady. She was pushing a shopping cart, full of air. Was this lady shopping? Was this lady homeless? No she was not but the nearest shopping cart-requiring grocery store was a mile away up a hill. She had no groceries. She had no real teeth. She had a very supporting family who loved her.