Fragments

A mutton in a cat basket should never be confused with a cartwheeling lamb. Forty foot? Wow. Wool on a hilltop. Great. Lots and lots of coats then. Mutiny is often found in the centre of a field. Where a single blade of grass is shouting rather loudly. The field mouse laughed. It was amusing. Swallowing vast circumferences and allowing no rails to tame or take a landscape. Difficulty arrives with the prisms whose soul existence is to extract money from soil. Yet when all is extracted what is left? Oh you blade of grass may your cries be heard. Allowing for the assistance from Demi gods and goddesses, kings, queens and apple trees. To swing by. To claim once more the land. From the humans. Good. Now dance around wildly with the cutlery drawer as ten spoons carry alot of power. So never argue with a table. Good luck then. 1 2 3 4 5 6 and a little saucer spinning. Beef boiling. Domesticated z