There was a gap between the wrought iron fence and the trash can that juts out like a giant zit. From that grooved pit the moan of a sane hind attracted a loner to the area. His friend, a doubter of animal friendship but a vet nonetheless, was with him carrying limes and a pie crust. El said to doubter, "Let us wend toward the dune and not stay, lest we fail in the fume of the axle." From the doubter's lip was uttered these words: "We have no coins for this voyage, thus we are tied to this town." Fighting the urge to lob his unsure friend, El decided to fake a smile and remain there. Luckily, there was a tray nearby with all sorts of utensils on it, including a tong...so they made their pie.
Publishers, please create a single file line and have your highest bid in hand.
1 comment:
I love it!!! I will definitely be trying this my next round of Scrabble...who knew the game could only bet better? :)
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