RESPONDING
November 28, 2018
Congress gets word that lobbyists have arrived carrying large satchels of money.
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DEBRA JO
November 27, 2018
Debra Jo, Debra Jo,
Will you help me down my foe?
While I wield this slender knife
Will you join me? Take my life?
If I promise to be good
Will you help, Red Riding Hood?
When the sun sets in the west
Plunge the dagger. Let me rest.
Or perhaps instead we might
Get takeout again tonight.
Your call.
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TRUE FORM
November 25, 2018
This will occur when we engage a good sorceress to force the evil shapeshifter president to reveal its true form.
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THE LEO TOLSTOY KWIZ ANSWER
November 23, 2018
Nothing gave Leo more pleasure than a good scythe whetting.
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THE LEO TOLSTOY KWIZ
November 22, 2018
Leo celebrated his Name Day:
a. whetting scythes.
b. impersonating Father Christmas.
c. bowling for kopeks.
d. hiding in a chimney.
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THE SUN WRAITH
November 21, 2018
Once in a land where desert dunes writhed under the lash of sun-hot wind gusts a grandmother and granddaughter sat in the coolness of their burrow listening to the angry roar. The grandmother leaned forward to speak above the din into the granddaughter’s ear.
‘Now is the time,’ she said. ‘You must find the oasis, pluck two yellows, one red, and consume them. Then will the sun wraith appear. Dare look her in the eye and request our desert to bloom while holding out to her on the palm of your hand this stone.’
Between the grandmother’s thumb and forefinger, an orange stone gleamed. The granddaughter took it and tucked it away in the pouch tied to her waist.
‘I will go now,’ she said, and wrapped in her blue cloak, she went without a single glance back.
Seven days later, the grandmother woke to silence. She crept from the burrow. All around, the desert bloomed. A stream ran by. Trees leafy green sheltered singing birds. The grandmother wept in sorrow and joy.
In the oasis, the sun wraith basked, admiring the new addition to her garden of delights. The orange bush gleamed, and its berries, two yellow, one red, and one blue, hung together in a cluster.
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