I should like to be a horse,
So long as it’s a paint, of course.
Flying riderless across the plain,
Wind tickling my flowing mane.
Splashing through shallow river bends,
Thundering along with all my friends.
Yes, a horse is what I’d be,
If the choice were up to me.
Bob cruises with stealth Guppies and mollies beware Ninja-fish, vanish!
Bruno Gruff scratched his flea-bitten crotch and stared out the window. His brothers, Barney and Buford, bickered over the last patch of swamp grass. He snif...
“What seems to be the problem, Officer?”
Waking up thirsty, I stumbled to the kitchen and flicked on the light. My son Benny’s stupid frog sat on the counter wearing a tophat and tails. I cocked my ...
