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.

Friday, August 14, 2015

The hundred and fortieth Story

Once upon a time there was an elephant who was raised by giraffes. In an attempt to fit in she learned ventriloquism and put a sock puppet on the end of her trunk. She would walk around holding the puppet as high as she could and she would pretend to talk through it. 

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