“Dang! I think we’ve struck a nerve.”
Simplia stood over breakfast bar sorting the mail. The pile of Actual Mail towered over the pile of junk Sagacia …
Simplia stood over breakfast bar sorting the mail. The pile of Actual Mail towered over the pile of junk Sagacia …
“You know, as though the fairy tale got in a fight with something and lost,” Sagacia argued. “Or it got …
“See how this sounds,” said Sagacia. “So far, so good,” replied Simplia. “No! Not that!” Sagacia barked, waving some sheets …
Sagacia was stretched out on the Davenport reading letters from magical friends in response to Faithful in Fairbanks. Simplia was …
“Gotcha who?” said Sagacia. “No,” Simplia said. “I gotcha. I got you to put down the letters you’re reading, respond …