Weevil Weather

It was not healthy, a blunderbuss wind had shot itself. Strong legs for weak minds were needed. Therapy dogs did their best to heal the barking mad. Weather pattens predicted downcast skirts, hats orbiting Australia, expensive sneakers crying in the rain, nothing of the sort occurred, but pigs did hover for awhile. Any thought wired to an inch of cringing flesh tended to leap away like a scalded cat. It had all stopped by teatime, however the sugar bowl crawled with dazed weevil's. Later we sprayed the wilting fields with Chanel Number 5 just to keep the evening alive.