"Ommm..." The group wore hooded cloaks and

"Ommm..." The group wore hooded cloaks and stood in the corn field forming a circle with linked hands. They began chanting and fanned out knocking down corn plants in the form of a

triangle,...no easy feat for the circle of tiddlywinks. Tramping down the corn field was the only way they knew to win. They swayed this way and that, avoiding

eye contact because, let's face it, things had been akward lately and it was all because Fifty Shades of Grey had given Mrs. Hawke some ideas, much to the chagrin of Mr. Hawke.

Mr. Hawke set on a 20 year plan to stop Mrs. Hawke from finishing a sentence. She turned and said, "I would love an erot-" He held up a finger. Success.

How he would keep her from finishing a sentence for twenty years, he didn't know. Luckily Mrs Hawke was doing a sponsored silence this afternoon, so that gave him until 3pm to thin

about what he just said. Mrs Hawke was really bitchy to me. Always telling what to do, what to eat, where to go, when sleep, I was really tired of her. So, i decided to

stop letting my cleaning lady run my life. I would stand up to her! The next time Mrs. Hawke ordered me to throw my dirty socks in the laundry, I looked her straight in the eye

and reminded her who was the boss of whom, and that my dirty socks were my business. Mrs. Hawke startled me with the evil in her glare but I had her fired all the same. Next autumn

and so the one-armed man would not have used it as a get-away-car! He was covering for Norma Clay, the waitress, who was a half-sister Hurst fortune heir in hiding! J'Accuse!