Steve Shilstone

‘I’m a witch. It’s what I do,’ said the witch, and she hummed a happy tune and resumed sewing.

shoes. Instead, she turned and left the cottage, muttering, ‘Long lost book, long lost book.’ ‘Wow. She fell for it again. I can’t believe it,’ said the witch’s cat, sliding out from behind the sewing basket. ‘Why do you keep torturing her year after year?’

bounced off her stomach. ‘Oof,’ said Euphonia, stepping into the newly lovely shoes. ‘What’s the hint?’ ‘Treasure is found when least you look. Bind your fortune to a long lost book.' ‘That’s it. That’s the clue?’ said Euphonia, and she suppressed the urge to remove and fling her

what I’m going to do. I will repair your shoes and give you a hint.’ So saying, the witch waved her right hand, the one holding needle and thread, in a complicated pattern as if leading an orchestra into battle. The flung worn out shoes leaped fully repaired to Euphonia and

exist. You lied. Found Pink, Blue, even Yellow And Black Striped Mountain. You lied. White Mountain treasure does not exist. You lied, liar.’ Fortunately for Euphonia, the witch was amused, and in her good eye a twinkle danced. ‘Tut, tut, my dear,’ said the witch. ‘I’ll tell you

WHITE MOUNTAIN #fairytale Euphonia Gasp stormed into the witch’s cottage and flung a worn shoe against the wall. She flung the other worn shoe against another wall. The witch glanced up from her sewing. ‘I take it you've not succeeded in finding White Mountain.' ‘No. Doesn't pic.twitter.com/MWJClC3F3N

11:28 am · January 18, 2021

RICK OF LIME #dada #POTUS45 There once was an ignorant ass without a scintilla of class His eyes were quite pigly Was he evil? Yes, bigly A bloated balloon filled with gas