If I told him once, I told him a thousand times, “Don’t take your guns to town, Boy, don’t take your guns to town.” But does he listen to me? Does a cricket play the ukulele? Like heck it does. He plays the fiddle.
Author Archive | David Miller
An exceptionally intricate tale of the daily routines of a man, his cat and their gruel.
“Once I had a castle, and bags of gold coins, and a hen that laid golden eggs, and a golden harp that talked. Then some Englishman climbed a beanstalk and took it all away. Now you find me with a travelling circus. Tell me, who’s the victim here?”