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, August 23, 2015

the hundred and forty ninth story

Once upon a time there was a hummingbird. When she was young she let her size speak for her, but later in life she learned that if she spoke like a hawk, the other birds treated her like a hawk.

This is the Doves' third for-profit story. They were given two words- hummingbird and empowerment.

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