Where Are the Sitters

Haphazard and homeless, he has heartfelt hiccups in New Hampshire. She saucily and sassily sashayed steadily, sometimes secreting syrup. Torn, talented, and tenuous, their first meeting was morose and dire. But belligerent Bella began to boss, unconsciously uniting them up. Entirely accidentally, they ended up with eighteen children and a dog. Knowing nothing about spaying, they ended up with sixteen litters. They lived nefariously, nevertheless at the end of Boris’s Bountiful bog. No one understood why they could never retain any baby sitters.