Suddenly the clouds began to take shape in Jeremy's imagination.
"Look Bowser!" he cried excitedly. "There's a knife...and a lead pipe...and the words KILL THEM...gee whiz, I ought to look up at the sky more often!"
Bowser threw up the mole he'd eaten earlier that afternoon.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Late Summertime.
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