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.

Saturday, August 1, 2015

the Hundred and Thirtieth story

Once upon a time there was a cormorant. He swam very well, better than he could fly & even so he wanted more. He thought that he would be happy as a fish. He spent more and more time in the water, and less & less in the air, practicing to be a salmon. He never succeeded in the change, but he did get better.

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