Lovely cheeses, loping across the prairie, chortle at the the wind.
Merrily they leap through the valley, and over each grassy hill.
Oft I wonder as I ponder, gazing in the sky,
Where are you headed, little cheeses, and why?
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Friday, June 22, 2012
Morality Tale #1
Do I ever post frequently!
No.
So this one time, several large, finely hatted sharks were strolling through a wood, and they came upon a tiny hut, covered in moss.
Of course, sharks aren't naturally afraid of very much, so they knocked on the red, rotting, door. It was shortly opened by a little old woman, who reminded the sharks of nothing so much as a witch.
Well, they gobbled her right up.
The moral of the story is not to open to door for sharks, even if you are a witch and the sharks are wearing lovely hats.
No.
So this one time, several large, finely hatted sharks were strolling through a wood, and they came upon a tiny hut, covered in moss.
Of course, sharks aren't naturally afraid of very much, so they knocked on the red, rotting, door. It was shortly opened by a little old woman, who reminded the sharks of nothing so much as a witch.
Well, they gobbled her right up.
The moral of the story is not to open to door for sharks, even if you are a witch and the sharks are wearing lovely hats.
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