Unedited Stories: crow

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.

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Thursday, November 5, 2015

The Two Hundred and Twenty Third Story

Once upon a time there was a rooster who's crow annoyed even himself.

Wednesday, October 21, 2015

the two hundred and eighth story

Once upon a time there was a crow so pleased with the glossiness of her own feathers that as each one fell out she carefully collected and kept it. After a few years she had enough to contract with a weaverbird and made herself a glorious feather cloak to wear over her natural one on cold evenings.

Thursday, June 18, 2015

The Eighty Eighth Story

Once upon a time there was a crow who wanted to get into yoga. Some positions were hard, but after watching through the windows for long enough, he found a select group of poses that worked out pretty well for him, and even stretched his wings out really pleasantly.