"Never hide a snail in the cookie jar." My great uncle Cosgrove used to say that before we had him put away. I never quite understood what he was talking about, but recalling his words have shed some light on the world this week. The midget cowpokes who follow me around the city streets do not seem quite as intimidating today, and the birds are whistling a merry polonaise.
I suggest, dear reader, that you read some exciting blacksmith-fiction today, and then go out for a walk...keeping your eyes open for midget cowpokes.
I will see you all tomorrow...
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