[Anymnillulky]

"Ex-cuuuse me?!" exclaimed the sweet maiden, growing quite red herself,
"I like my mare white, as God intended...now go wash her off before Daddy fires your ass."

So it would seem, your story ends how it began.Â*

The moral?

Have hope, but no expectation.Â*
Or,Â*
Walk softly in unknown territory, it is all unknown territory.

Now, it seems to me, that I heard somewhere or another, about vultures recycling the dead in a mystical circle of life.

Of course, the presence of vultures when you aren't feeling poorly is very annoying, although sometimes there's a funny cartoon featuring one or two of them in Sunday's paper.

The trick is, and it works everytime, is never frighten a vulture.Â*
Pretending you're dead is just asking for trouble,Â*
But,
Letting them think they are smarter than you allows you the freedom to ressurect in peace.

AshashaneÂ*


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