Posted in wizard of odd on Mar 18th, 2010 No Comments »
So every night she’d go out there and comb the grass, getting all the knots and tangles out. She had to use a wide-tooth comb in order not to break the delicate shoots of grass as she combed; she’d learned her lesson the hard way there.
Posted in wizard of odd on Mar 8th, 2010 No Comments »
She kept seeing these hungry dogs. The dogs were long past the point of hope, long past the days where they thought that going up to a human, sitting down a few feet from them, looking at them intently and in an expectant manner while enthusiastically but excitedly wagging their tail would get them want [...]