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.

Friday, August 21, 2015

the hundred and forty seventh story

Once upon a time there was a mouse who truly wished to fly. She stuck feathers to her ears, and, when that wasn't enough, she studied engineering and by the next year was making brand new designs of paper airplanes- stronger and more maneuverable than any made by man.

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