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.

Thursday, August 13, 2015

The hundred and thirty ninth story

Once upon a time a squirrel and his best friend both grew tired of hiding. The squirrel had a fox mask made for himself, and a whole hawk suit tailored for his pal. After that, the comrades sauntered about freely all day, every day.

The Doves wrote a special story for me for my new piece. they even consented to type it on the computer so I could use it to fill that last pesky box in the display.

Thanks, Doves.

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