I'm leaving the old intro here, but adding this- it appears the doves have taken over my blog for their fiction. Just as well, I was doing a piss poor job of updating. They're doing much better.

This blog is infrequently updated, full of incorrect spellings, misused words, and general bad grammar. It started when I was trying to use google+ (which I've since given up on) and discovered there was no character limit for posts. If you've known me a long time, a lot of these stories will be old hat. If you plan to know me for a long time, you'll no doubt hear many of them in person. But, folks seemed to enjoy them, so here they are.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

The Thirty Fourth Story

There is nothing like being in a zoo after it closes; without the crowds, the animals can all let their hair down and relax, and you can hear their beaks slide through their feathers as they preen, and all their other subtle sounds.

There is also nothing like walking back to the front gate of a zoo and realizing you've been locked in for the last half hour.

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