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, October 29, 2015

the two hundred and sixteenth story

Once upon a time there was a hedgehog in love with a briarpatch. The briar was far sharper than the hedgehog, but they got to know each other and after a while stoped pricking each other so often, and then it didn't matter how sharp either of them was.

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