Case

Race

A syrup waffle cookie dissolved in his mouth as he reached for the mouse. The cat beat him to

it.

Pace

His memories -fuel from the past- pushed him through the last few miles.

Face

There was too much light; he couldn't see his shadow. How could he measure up with glare

pouring in from all sides?

Lace

Never mind that, never you mind. I'll mind the mine-field, never you mine.