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Don’t Wet The Grass

Step to the horizon and see what it’s done to my lawn again. All of true nests and baskets, ruined; don’t wet the grass Sandy I still need to plow. By the end of the week we’ll find someone. By that time we can move on. Won’t it be nice to move on, again? Step [...]

HINDER, HINDER, A HUNDRED HATS

“Of the awesome,” spoke three from the shelf. And I could have turned better on my side at that glance. “You’ve never turned at all,” spoke the first. “Besides your muscle fell at the lance, and it’s only perchance that we can’t have any more floor space.” He spoke in from a bitter tone that [...]