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Flash Fiction 55
Friday 55 Flash Fiction is brought to you by G-man (Mr Knowitall). The idea is you write a story in exactly 55 words. If you want to take part pop over and let G-man know when you've posted your 55.Here is today's story:

A Real Cad

He was not a nice man.

He loved to see people squirm.
He really did.
He made smart remarks.

He courted real ladies.
He lead them on.

They thought he really loved them.


Then he broke their hearts.




The big town clock fell on him.

Which proves the old saying.

Time wounds all heels.

Since I discovered it was okay I am writing a second flash 55 which will be a continuous story but a complete story every week. Here then is the twenty second chapter in the exciting ongoing adventures of Sir Laughsalot and Robberhood
The entire story to date is HERE
The most recent chapters are HERE

Sir Laughsalot loved his giraffe and considered looking for another Kingdom.
He heard King Arthur was hiring at Camelot.
But he felt sorry for Underwear who didn't have many knights left at his table.
Thus Wizard Moreless spent all night trying to bring back a horse but now had a giant snail by the tail.

Of course the dragons were busy today you can see them HERE.

Quilly's Fantastic Words

It is a Quilly day. Time to take Quilly’s three words for the day and write a story.Today we have three words from Quilly Click on the word for a definition:
ponask; stiricide; & ruricolous



Detective Mallory now knew what the last phalerae meant. The one that was stapled to the head of the banker. A Roman soldier who took more than his fair share of the loot was forced to wear it. He would then be shunned by the other soldiers and often simply end up dead. Somebody saw our banker as a crook.
Mallory was not so lucky on trying to find out who had purchased the phalaraes. It seems a large crate of phalaraes on the way to the museum had just disappeared. There was no real market for them so the director had assumed they would show up in a day or two. But they hadn’t. It looked like the Phalarae Killer was also a Phalarae Robber.
If Mallory could solve one crime he would probably solve the other.
Mallory was in his office looking at the pictures and stibograms on what he called his crime board trying to see some clue that had escaped his attention when the call came. There had been another murder , this one out at the Josh Brannigan place. As he got in his car he hoped it wasn’t Josh. Josh was one of Mallory’s oldest friends. He and Josh often hunted together and just last fall they had ponasked some partridge in Josh‘s back yard. It was Josh who had , despite his hatred for the city , come in and helped Mallory get the ice off his roof because of a stiricide problem. Josh hated the city and loved the ruricolous life and so he lived alone way out in the country. He had no neighbors and was just too trusting a guy. An easy target for some robber .
Arriving at the little house Mallory saw the footprints and he knew before he saw the body what would be stapled to the victim's head. He ordered the usual stibograms made but had no doubt they would match the one’s on the evidence board.
Entering the house he saw the body with the phalarae neatly stapled to it’s forehead. But by some miracle it wasn’t Josh. Mallory could have shouted it out . It wasn’t Josh.
To be continued next Thursday.

And of course with Quilly's words comes the required quivel.
There is poetry which a few people do well.
Then there is poetic drivel which is more fun and has its own experts.
But below them all is Quivel
Remember to write quivel you must write something that looks like a poem, any style , but is so bad that if it was printed in a book of poetry a true poetic zoilist would tear it out and burn it.

The Good Life

Ruricolous life good for a retreat
Not a style one wants to repeat
Who would ponask a bird
Some strange country nerd.
Give me the city life
With all of its inherent strife.
I’ll order my bird from KFC
Like stiricide you can’t stop me.

Of course the dragons were busy today you can see them HERE.

Handy Idioms

Jientje at Heaven is in Belgium, hosts A Thousand Words In Idioms.

Here are two very handy idioms.

Hand to mouth

Someone who's living from hand to mouth, is very poor and needs the little money they have coming in to cover their expenses.

Hand in glove

If people are hand in glove, they have an extremely close relationship.

THorton Needs Help

A Picture Story from Portrait of Words

Thorton P Biapple III was sure he was going to die. He had not planned on dying. He just wanted to clear his head so he had taken the canoe and headed up to the lake.
He knew he should have waited and gotten some help but he really wanted to be alone. He had ported that canoe much further in the past, by himself, without any trouble. Of course he didn’t know this lake or this path but it didn’t look long on the map. Everything would have been fine if he hadn’t tripped on that cussed squirrel.
Animals were supposed to be your friend . They weren’t supposed to trip you. And a squirrel when he had given them all those nuts over the years. This is the way they say thanks.
As he lay under the canoe he knew from the pain his leg was broken, maybe both legs. He was going to die there. He just knew it. From where he lay he could see two beautiful flowers
and they seemed to add to his pain. Maybe an arm was broken too and possibly his back.
He knew he was beginning to hallucinate because he could smell peanut butter cookies cooking.
Peanut butter cookies out here on a path who would cook peanut butter cookies?
He strained his neck as far to the left as he could but all he saw was the sky. He wondered if the clouds indicated an approaching storm.
He could end up being drowned. With his broken legs, arm and back he could never escape the water.
Now he trained his neck to the right and what he saw assured him he was hallucinating . There as big as life and as if it was real was sign that said Worms.
Worms , a sign for worms on a wilderness trail. It just didn’t happen. He knew it didn’t. What next? A dragon coming to eat him? A black hole in space? Black Adam saying shazam?
Suddenly a voice cut through it all.” Thorton quit fooling around and get the camping display up. Get out from under that canoe. If you father didn’t own Biapples Sports Kingdom I’d fire you.”
The evil Dr. Silvania had found him and was making him stand on his broken legs and work with his broken arm. It was a cruel world indeed.

The dragons were busy today you can see them HERE.

Raven's Challenge 80

It is Saturday and time to play with words supplied by Raven's Wordzzle
This Week's Ten Word Challenge will be:Spam, perpetual motion, sprinkle, telephone pole, stains, alphabetical, surgery, flattery, liberty, preservation
For the mini challenge:shadows, singularity, Florida, caterpillars, copy

The Mega Challenge as
The Ongoing Adventures of Agent 012

Knowing now that he would never be rescued Thaw poured out all he knew about Mute to Agent 012. It seemed he knew a great deal as he had been in the shadows of the great crime group for a long time. The information had allowed the Agency to virtually close down Mute operations in Florida and sent hundreds of Mute agents to jail. They were able to prevent the Mute created poison caterpillars from being placed in the nation’s apple orchards. It was one of the greatest triumphs of the Agency ever and all because of Agent 012.
At the main office everybody was telling him how well he had done but flattery made him nervous. He was much more used to being cussed out. For the next few weeks he seemed to be in perpetual motion as he sent out teams to follow up leads and carry them to their natural conclusions. The raids were carried out with the precision of a great Doctor doing surgery.
He arranged for Thaw to give up his liberty in a federal court in Nebraska where there was no Mute office. Thaw pleaded guilty there and was sent to prison under a different name. For the sake of Thaw’s self preservation Agent 012 had to hope Mute never found out where he was.
Agent 012 did sprinkle in a visit or two to his home. He had a Spam and eggs breakfast with the family. His wife made the greatest Spam and eggs.
At the office he had all the information from Thaw on alphabetical cards and he put a big check mark on the card when the information had been followed up. Within a week over half the cards were checked. Once a card was checked a copy was made , attached to a full report and sent to the chief. You would think the chief would be happy but he complained because some of the copies had brown stains. The Agency really needed a new copy machine.
The only thing that still bothered Agent 012 was that Mute was planning a big thrust called Project Singularity and Thaw only knew it was being planned and had something to do with telephone poles.
But it had been Agent 012’s couple of weeks and he tried to enjoy what had been done.

The ten word challenge- He Could Do It

Hessa Newman believed a perpetual motion machine could be created. But he did more than believe . He tried to create the machine. His office was filled with alphabetical data cards with each idea he had for the machine clearly outlined. The ones he had tried usually were dotted with sweat stains. His great wealth gave him the liberty he needed for experimentation as he didn’t need to work to live. He had been slowed down as he recovered from the surgery to reattach his big toe that he severed in that stupid accident.
On this day as he finished his noon meal of Spam sprinkled with Tabasco sauce he was sure his latest attempt would succeed .He looked at the huge pile of old telephone poles and at his card. The secret was in the preservation of the pole and he held that secret in his hand. He had used flattery to get it from a secretary at the Telephone Office.
Now he only needed a small piece but it was important he not drop the poles on him. He just didn’t have time for more surgery.

The mini challenge-At Last

The singularity was obvious first in Florida. There perpetual motion came out of the shadows and the new revolution began.
They had laughed at Newman and his ideas. Crazy old coot they called him. He made good copy for the evening paper. They laughed at him and said he would be better off growing caterpillars.
Nobody was laughing now. He had made the impossible possible. His machines ran everything. They were the engines in cars and no gas needed. They were a source of constant renewable energy.
Thanks to Hessa nothing would ever be the same again, a true singularity.
“He’s coming out of it Doctor.” Hessa heard the nurse say.
“ Well old man for a bit there we thought those telephone poles had done you in”

Of course the dragons were busy today you can see them HERE.

Bad Spell-ing

Flash Fiction 55
Friday 55 Flash Fiction is brought to you by G-man (Mr Knowitall). The idea is you write a story in exactly 55 words. If you want to take part pop over and let G-man know when you've posted your 55.Here is today's story:

The Bad Spell-ER

He was just not good at spelling.
He came in last at the school spell down every year for six years.
That is he sat down first.
He tried the Spell-ing Bee with the same result.

It didn't look good for him.

He needed to be able to spell in order to be a

Wizard.

Since I discovered it was okay I am writing a second flash 55 which will be a continuous story but a complete story every week. Here then is the twenty first chapter in the exciting ongoing adventures of Sir Laughsalot and Robberhood
The entire story to date is HERE
The most recent chapters are HERE


Sir Laughsalot had finally mastered the art of giraffe riding and was happy with his new steed. It was faster than any horse ever could be,
But Good King Underwear was upset. He did not want his knights riding giraffes.
If Sir Lsaughsalot wanted to stay a Knight he had to get a real horse.

Of course the dragons were busy today you can see them HERE.

Those Wondeful Quilly Words

It is a Quilly day. Time to take Quilly’s three words for the day and write a story.Today we have three words from Quilly Click on the word for a definition: oporopolist; phalerae; & stibogram



Detective Clint Mallory studied the stibograms , made at the crime scene , and now posted on the “ thinking board” at the office. They clearly started at the oporopolist ‘s stand , went through the back yard, continued into the house up to the body of Judge Woodrow Hangum , and then out the back door and across the lawn. The stibograms were almost the only clues they had. They were too neat ,too well made. It’s as if the killer wanted the footprints seen.
There were no fingerprints, the bullet had passed through the judge and they hadn’t found it. There was so little blood that the coroner , old Doc Brown , thought the judge might have been killed somewhere else and dumped in his living room. That made the footprints even more mysterious.
Then there was the phalarae the killer stapled to the head of the judge. The detective had to wonder if the five headed thing depicted on it had some kind of significance.
Clint pondered all of that while asking himself why anybody would want to kill Judge Woody, as he was referred to at the Courthouse. The only people that were upset with him were law enforcement people since contrary to his name he gave out the most lenient sentences of any of the three judges. Criminals and their lawyers breathed a sigh of relief when assigned to his court. Surely , law enforcement wouldn’t do this.
Just then the phone rang. It was Clint’s friend from the musuem. Clint had given him a picture of the phalarae stapled to the head of the judge , in the hope he might be able to explain the five headed thing depicted there. And now he did have an explanation. The five headed thing was a minor Roman God, the God of cowards. The phalarae was given to a Roman soldier who failed in battle just before his commander ran him through with a sword.
Did this mean that somebody killed Judge Hangum because he was a coward?

AS Clint pondered all of this his commander announced there had been another murder. This one of the Bank President Rupert R. Rich. He was found dead, shot , in his office just a few minutes ago. Clint hurried to the crime scene. He had stibograms made of the bloody footprints leading up to and away from the body. He felt sure they would match the muddy footprints from the last murder. The bullet had gone clean through, not much blood. It was like a repeat including stapled to the victim’s head another phalarae. This was different from the last and he would send a picture to his friend as soon as possible.

Clint hated this kind of case. The paper was already calling the murders the work of the phalarae killer and demanding the police solve the case and protect the unstapled public. This never helped but it did sell papers. There should be some kind of phalarae that could be stapled to the behind of the reporter that came up with the term “ unstapled public”. Now the TV reporter was using the term phalarae killer . When will they ever learn ?
But Clint’s job was to protect even those idiots and so he started with the one clue he had. He called his friend at the museum and asked where one could get authentic phalaraes.

(To be continued next Thursday}

Of course the dragons were busy today you can see them HERE.

More Idioms

Jientje at Heaven is in Belgium, hosts A Thousand Words In Idioms.

A little bird told me

If someone doesn't want to say where they got some information from, they can say that a little bird told them.

I used this idiom a lot when my kids were growing up.

Put a sock in it.
If someone tells you to put a sock in it, they are telling you to shut up.

Raven's Challenge 79

It is Saturday and time to play with words supplied by Raven's Wordzzle
This Week's Ten Word Challenge will be: records, impulsive, really cool, bread crumbs, angels, Sponge Bob, magical moment, back and forth, suffering, good fences make good neighbors
For the mini challenge: side effects are generally mild, clingy, rooster, samples, curiosity

The Mega Challenge as
The Ongoing Adventures of Agent 012

Agent 012 discovered, as he had suspected , that there was mix up in the school records and after some back and forth discussion with the school registrar he got his son transferred from Fashion Creation to Wood shop. His son , who had been suffering from just the thought of a semester of dress making thought it was really cool the way his dad fixed things.
His wife, however, was very upset because their new neighbor was building a fence around his property. “ Remember dear, good fences make good neighbors” he reminded her.
“But this one is ten feet high and a real eyesore” she replied.” Don’t you have any curiosity as to why such a tall fence?”
“Nah! Maybe he’s going to raise roosters or something and doesn’t want us to know. Or he could have a clingy wife that embarrasses him.” Agent 012 suggested.
“ Are you insinuating that I’m clingy “ she grouched.
He took her hand in one of those magical moments, looked her in the eye and said “ I’m not building any fences.”
Unfortunately that was when the Agency called and summoned him to the office. The worst part is he knew just what they wanted. How was Mute finding Thaw. It was as if there was a trail of bread crumbs to the safe house. On the way in the answer came to him. Being impulsive he stopped at headquarters picked up some equipment and a Doctor.
Arriving at the safe house he turned on the equipment and sure enough there was a signal coming from the room in which they were holding Thaw. Entering the room he found the signal coming from Thaw’s backside. In fact it was coming from the Sponge Bob tattoo that was just below the two angels tattoo. The Doctor was called in and asked to remove the chip surgically. He administered a local anesthesia of which he assured Thaw that the side effects are generally mild and proceeded to remove the chip.
That chip now had a number of important uses. It could be compared with samples of other chips and the maker could be determined. It could be used to lead more Mute Agents into a trap.
This has really been 012’s day.

The ten word challenge- The Fence

Robert Angels who was nicknamed Sponge Bob had decided to build a fence around his yard. After all he kept reminding himself good fences make good neighbors. He was tired of his neighbor’s beer cans and other garbage ending up in his yard. His suffering had started the first day the new neighbor moved in and had gone on for a year now. He and the neighbor had gone back and forth over the problem with the neighbor always promising to change but never keeping his promise. He was not an impulsive man and the fence was a carefully reasoned out decision. He calculated that it was cheaper to build and eight foot high fence than to take his neighbor to court and he was probably right, lawyers don’t come cheap. He had even checked at the Hall of Records to be sure he knew exactly where his property line was.
So on a really cool Fall day the fence was started. It was almost a magical moment. He felt like a bird finding an unbelievable amount of bread crumbs or a squirrel discovering enough nuts to last the winter. He saw it as a turning point in his life.

The mini challenge-Brothers

Fredrick wondered if it was legal for him to paint a rooster on his side of the fence that separated him from his neighbor. He had never liked that fence and wanted to make it less harsh to look at. Perhaps, he thought, I can get some of those big plastic clingy rooster things and stick them on the fence. Then I can pull them off the fence if he complains. His neighbor was always complaining. Prior to building the fence he had complained about beer cans and a few small things that somehow ended up rolling into his yard. Now he was complaining about the noise.
All of this had given him a real migraine headache and his Doctor had given him some samples of a new drug . It said right on the bottle that the side effects are generally mild but now he had this rash all over his body. Indeed he was suffering the pain of a thousand points of itch. He called the Doctor and asked” Doc, just in curiosity, is a whole body rash a mild side effect?”.
The Doctor said that it sounded more like Poison Ivy but he’d have to come into the office to be sure.
At this point Fredrick Angels really wanted to tell his brother Robert about his misery. But since the fence they really hadn’t talked.
This was clearly not a magic moment.

Of course the dragons were busy today you can see them HERE.

Flash Away

Flash Fiction 55
Friday 55 Flash Fiction is brought to you by G-man (Mr Knowitall). The idea is you write a story in exactly 55 words. If you want to take part pop over and let G-man know when you've posted your 55.Here is today's story:

The Flasher


He was a flasher.

There was no doubt of that

He carried the little card that said he was a flasher.

He had been a flasher since 2003.
But you can't go around flashing in polite society.

They would throw the book at him.

The police caught him in the very act of flashing

a chimney.

Since I discovered it was okay I am writing a second flash 55 which will be a continuous story but a complete story every week. Here then is the twentieth chapter in the exciting ongoing adventures of Sir Laughsalot and Robberhood
The entire story to date is HERE
The most recent chapters are HERE


Finding the incompetent Wizard Moreless Sir Laughsalot asked him to change his ugly frog back into a horse.
The wizard waved his hands and spoke some Latin words.
There was a puff of smoke.
Thus the frog became a giraffe, a very tall giraffe.
Sir Laughsalot sent his Squire for a saddle and a ladder.

Of course the dragons were busy today you can see them HERE.

Poor Dalton

It is a Quilly day. Time to take Quilly’s three words for the day and write a story.Today we have three words from Quilly and one from the Fortress Word Vault. Click on the word for a definition: ambition; pessundate & operiment plus one other amarulence

Dalton Soakum was not a man of great ambition. He didn’t want to get filthy rich he just wanted to make what he considered a reasonable living off the buildings he owned. He didn’t feel up to having them repaired so he charged low rents. He thought of this as a nice thing to do. So a faucet didn’t work here or there and some toilets didn’t flush. So some of the heating systems barely gave heat. So a little plaster was falling down. So there were a few rats. What did they expect for the prices he charged ? Penthouses?
Everything was going well until the editor of the Daily Globe started his crusade. Now people looked at him like some sort of villain and even worse some tenants were withholding their rent until improvements were made. He could pay off building inspectors but not judges. Even some of his building inspectors had told him they might have to make a real inspection under pressure from the Globe.
His lawyers had tried to put an operiment on the articles but they had no success. If the articles continued they would pessundate his entire kingdom.
So it was with great amarulence he sat late at night working on a bomb.
If he hadn’t been such a hitonious shot the editor would be dead. Life would be mellifluous just as it was before the articles.
But after tonight there would be no Globe. Just the idea of no Globe filled his head with ebullient thoughts. There would be no paladin riding in at the last minute to save the paper. And if he was lucky the intransigent editor would be in the office when the bomb went off. The editor so deserved to die because of his opprobrious conduct toward poor Dalton. The editor’s prolix on Dalton was unforgivable. He was going to pay.
At the thought of this Dalton smashed his hand down on the table in glee.
The last thing he saw was the bomb falling toward the floor. Then Dalton and his house were no more.
Just another mystery the incompetent police chief would never solve.

&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&

And of course with Quilly's words , even watered down, comes the required quivel.
There is poetry which a few people do well.
Then there is poetic drivel which is more fun and has its own experts.
But below them all is Quivel
Remember to write quivel you must write something that looks like a poem, any style , but is so bad that if it was printed in a book of poetry a true poetic zoilist would tear it out and burn it.

Pity Poor Quilly

Our Quilly has no backbone
For when they began to groan
She put an operiment on her words
Dumbed them down for the nerds
Their amarulence scared her off
Couldn’t stand to hear them scoff
She pessundated her operation
Now hard words she has to ration
No ambition to face their whine
Gives no pearls to such swine.
Saving old words no more a goal
Gives words from cradle role.

Of course the dragons were busy today you can see them HERE.

Idioms

A Thousand Words In Idioms

Jientje at Heaven is in Belgium, hosts A Thousand Words In Idioms.

My first try

Don’t throw the baby out with the bath water

If you get rid of useful things when discarding inessential things, you throw the baby out with the bath water.

Third rail

The third rail of something is dangerous to alter or change. Originally, the third rail is the one carrying the electricity for a train.

The Dream

A Picture Story from Portrait of Words

He had taken the bus from Neenah to Laona, Wisconsin just to ride a genuine steam engine. There weren’t many of those left. This one operated from a fancy station and was called the Lumberjack Special. It hauled people ten miles to a museum filled with memories of the day when logging was king.
For a long time he just stood and looked at that magnificent black beauty. He watched the smoke and listened to the sounds that only a steam engine makes.

But then the special moment came. He climbed up into the cab. Today he would drive this wonder. Today he would fulfill his dreams.
Some people dreamed of riding in rotating restaurants high in the sky. Some people dreamed of being in a submarine deep in the ocean.

He dreamed of being the engineer as the train rattled over one railroad bridge after another. It was going to be heaven.
His friend , who worked for the society that kept up this railroad had made the arrangements. In return he made a nice contribution to the society. It all worked out. He got to be the Engineer and they got to pay the bills.
Then he started the train in motion. None of the paying passengers knew they had a rank amateur at the controls. That was fine. His friend sat next to him to make sure he didn’t make any mistakes but he had prepared long and hard for this day.
As they left the station he blew the whistle. A little bunny standing by the track had heard it so many times it didn’t even jump.
Too soon they reached the old logging camp and his moment of glory was over. But he would remember it forever. He knew that as he drove the school bus, his regular job, he would pretend it was the engine all black and shiny. The kids would never know what they were riding in.

Raven's Challenge 78

It is Saturday and time to play with words supplied by Raven's Wordzzle
This Week's Ten Word Challenge will be: blind panic, apartment, fleas, soap operas, cajun cooking, free and easy, legal, sangria, public school, new
For the mini challenge: class, calendar, keeping secrets, boring, fashion

The Mega Challenge as
The Ongoing Adventures of Agent 012

They moved Thaw to a new hideaway . This time only Agent 012 and the guards with Thaw knew which place had been chosen. Still within twelve hours the place was under attack. This time they had more firepower and blew a hole in the Kitchen wall sending the Cajun cooking flying all across the room and breaking the last bottle of sangria. The guards were taken by surprise as life in the house had been boring and they had taken to watching soap operas. Instead of resorting to blind panic they activated the mine field. They will never know if the attackers would have been any good at keeping secrets since they were blown into small pieces.
At this point Thaw began complaining that the basement apartment where they were keeping him not only had no class but had fleas.
While this was going on, Agent 012 was checking his calendar. He had a meeting scheduled with the public school . They had scheduled his oldest son for a class in fashion clothes making which had to be a mistake. He should be in wood shop this year. He wasn’t buying any of this free and easy, new age stuff where boys did girl things. He was checking with the legal department to be sure he could fight it.
When he heard about the latest attack he was flabbergasted. How was Mute getting the information. He sure didn’t tell them and he was the only one who knew.
This was not going to be his day.

The ten word challenge- Recipe Thief

Charlie Sangria was in a blind panic after finding out that somebody else had submitted the same Cajun cooking recipe right down to his new and secret ingredients. It was even worse because they had submitted it first and thus his was rejected. Now he had to get control of himself and think of who had been to the apartment and might have seen the recipe on the desk. There was his free and east going friend Michael, his legal advisor Horatio, Frampton the public school survey taker , and of course his beloved Stella. He and Stella had watched Soap Operas during the visits so he wasn’t really paying attention to what they were doing. That was also when they discovered the dog had fleas and there was a bit of an uproar over that. Now he needed a plan to catch the recipe thief. It only took him an hour to come up with one.

The mini challenge-Good Eating

According to Charlie’s calendar he had three more days to submit a new recipe in the Cajun cooking contest. He put aside his plans for finding the thief and concentrated on his new recipe. The task while difficult could also be boring so he kept thinking of the hundred thousand dollar prize money. This time he swore he would do a better job at keeping secrets. When he finally finished he put a copy of a recipe on the desk and settled down as was his fashion with a nice glass of sangria. He felt it added just a touch of class to his life. He called all his friends to come and celebrate with him. He even invited Frampton. He bragged that this was so much better than the last recipe he had submitted that the thief would now get nothing. He would submit it by post tomorrow. Everybody seemed really happy for him.
They left he waited. The hospital called. It seems Stella was there horribly ill and asking for him.
“Why did it have to be you Stella?” He thought.” I didn’t want it be you. You had to make it and taste it. Now enjoy the fruits of your thievery. It feels so good when a plan comes together.”
Then he put the genuine new recipe in the mail.

Of course the dragons were busy today you can see them HERE.

Just a quick reminder . If you are planning on doing a Portrait of Words they are due Tuesday August 25. You can see the pictures here.