she's still not over the fact that she is under the ground she speaks in rattly, clattery hissing voices whenever they come around "I'll reach right up and turn your ankles you unforgivable gits, for burying me, prematurely, over a spell of the coughing fits" so angry with her new residence and bored a deeper shade of blue she's knocked over her marble marker and broken it clean in two. Boo! ~ Rene 2010 To join Magpie Tales click HERE For another take on this magpie please check out "The Song Of The Stone Healer"
So much said with so few words...
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ReplyDeleteDelightfully appealing...
ReplyDeleteI had a feeling the moth felt that way...
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Well, thank you so very much! (LOL?)
ReplyDeletesimplicity at its best!
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