Never doubt my weaseling abilities, Shadowhunter, for they are epic and memorable in their scope.
Hamlet: Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel? Polonius: By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed. Hamlet: Methinks it is like a weasel. Polonius: It is backed like a weasel. Hamlet: Or like a whale? Polonius: Very like a whale.
Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.
Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It's what separates us from the animals ... except the weasel.
Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.