Mary Had a Disgruntled Lamb
Mary had a disgruntled little lamb
I gave some old stories a little love and polish. Find them here. They are my personal favourites.
Mary had a disgruntled little lamb
Bruno Gruff scratched his flea-bitten crotch and stared out the window.
I hear them, wriggling and squirming, first to my left, then my right, and then it filled my whole world with noise.
Water dripped from high above.
“But what if I hold it like this?
“Sky Captain,” said Willem.
Ya see, us here wolves got a bad rap.
Benny walked into my cubicle and his smile vanished.
Steak was supposed to be on sale.
And as quickly begun, it was finished.
Something green.
The world stuttered in a queer slant as I sat up.