More wimin. They seem everywhere, like autumn leaves. Will they leave us peeps alone, up our tree or will they force us down? Can we survive together on the ground, that is the question? Perhaps they will sweep us into piles and bag us for compost?
“ What a big mouth you have, Grandmother”
“ All the better to eat you with my dear.”
More wimin. They seem everywhere, like autumn leaves. Will they leave us peeps alone, up our tree or will they force us down? Can we survive together on the ground, that is the question? Perhaps they will sweep us into piles and bag us for compost?
“ What a big mouth you have, Grandmother”
“ All the better to eat you with my dear.”
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