Faded Houses Green

Gamuts of steadfast attendants on the queen’s beehive notwithstanding, Sonia said she would not have if he would not have so quickly.

Alas, another was to take her place, but only insofar as Scotty could bear the cold from the north–the cold from the south being less cold–for he was in a land beyond the frozen sea, a land where tiny giants roamed the frozen plains, looking out for whom they might devour. Scotty told Sonia they had their charm, in their own way, and cookies could go a long way to taming their fierce little hearts. Sonia said what are you talking about. Go out and mow the lawn.

In the mean time, the sun had come out, the frozen plain turned into an overgrown suburban yard, and the temperature had climbed about seventy degrees. (F or C? Take your pick!) So Scotty closed his eyes and dreamed of the gamut of the steadfast attendant on the queen’s beehive who would eventually take Sonia’s place.

Sonia dried the dishes and wondered how they possibly could have gotten clean in the first place.

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