My Diary

I was out early in the morning, flying on a slither of paper.  I fluttered down in the lounge of the gentle space ogre, answered the telephone (it was an empress from a long forgotten country), pulled a piece of string from my pocket and knotted it, then I came home.  A strange green eyed pixie was waiting on the doorstep, we exchanged addresses and then I went to the vet holding a lighted candle for the money burning ceremony.  The dog worked as a plumber in the evening.

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