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.

Monday, July 27, 2015

the hundred and twenty-fifth story

Once upon a time, there was a duck. He knew how to dabble & how to swim. He knew very little else. He preferred bagels to pond grass. He preferred warm water to cold. There are more bagels in northern lakes. What to do?

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