<{Baba^Yaga}>4 Nov 2003

On a frigid dank night late last yesterday. I found a gilded net with which I did play. It had a rod iron
handle and a child proof button, and when I smelled
at its sagging pouch I swore I nosed mutton. Shrugging
my jaundice bare shoulders I set out to trap as many nuts as might I could from inside out of your crap.