"Foldy pants foldy pants, and you like baline ball buddy." "Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Well same to you buddy!"
Chapter 53. Dear Reader, I assure you that we have nearly reached the beginning of my story - which is to say, the night of my birth - but that cannot be properly understood unless
PIMP MY BUS!
Smoking weed is one of the best things I can do, but tonight
First it was the email about the unclaimed dog poop. Then came the email about cleaning up the dribble on your own private property. Next came the claim that even a dog unattended
Cranberry the Cat ate Dolly the Duckling with some apple sauce. Damian the Dog ate Cranberry the Cat with Dijon mustard. Felix the Fox ate Damian the Dog with celeriac remoulade
By the time you have read this
"RACISM! RACISM! RACISM!" He roared. Just in case we hadn't got the message he roared it a few more times before looking directly at me and adding "
The name of this story is The Suitcase. It takes place in 1974 on the banks of the Maumee River just north of Toledo, near where it runs into Lake Erie. It opens upon a boy & girl.
