Saturday, May 03, 2008


Shortly after Dorothy's release from the asylum, things began to get really strange around these parts. Missing cats. Cryptic messages clipped into the hedges. Smashed mirrors.
We weren't sure if Dorothy was the instigator, but one thing's for certain...there wasn't an olive left in anyone's jar for months. Her appetite for olives perplexed even the most seasoned doctor. She craved them so badly that she would look around with that lascivious sneer and demand them...kalamata, pimiento-stuffed, it didn't matter.
Curiously, if she did not get her olives, the weird happenings increased in occurrence.

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