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 27, 2015

the hundred anf fifty third story

Once upon a time there was a sparrow who just could not settle down. Every time, just before finishing her nest, she would think "oh, but a few miles south!" of "it would be nicer by a lake" of "a pine would smell nicer" and she would start over. She did more work than other sparrows, and never did have a very nice home, but oh the places she saw!

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