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, September 6, 2015

the hundred and sixty third and hundred and sixty fourth story

Once upon a time there was an abandoned bicycle who didn't have much to do. One day he saw a hen walking down the road, struggling to carry a whole basket of eggs. He offered to help, but it's difficult for a bicycle to balance alone. The hen climbed up to help with that, and they wove off into the sunset, no longer abandoned for him, and, well, moving faster, for her.

Once upon a time there was a chicken in love with a bicycle. She's been brought up to think she needed a coop with a door and a roost and all that, but after a bit of thinking she decided she didn't need all that, and they just rode all over the country, with her sleeping nights in his basket.

(the birds fourth and fifth for-profit stories. They tried to get fancy and link them. Four the two stories they were given the words chicken, bicycle, kindness, and simplicity)

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