07-30-2019, 06:25 AM
The crow let out an absolutely haughty “CAW-haaaaw!”. Zechariah, his seedling fantasy springing into a vast field of uncontrollable mint, paid no mind to it.
“Of course not! Here, this way!”
He clasped his hands behind his back, as though that would hide the spring to his step as he led them back to his cottage.
“I have too much of it as is!”
The mail carriers would say the same.
“Of course not! Here, this way!”
He clasped his hands behind his back, as though that would hide the spring to his step as he led them back to his cottage.
“I have too much of it as is!”
The mail carriers would say the same.
