439

In my haste to escape an unfortunate situation, I did the unspeakable: the cane was lost.  My signature cane and bearer of the family masthead.  The Eel (reliably inconveniently) interrupted a feeding. It was supposedly buried with me… a singular item.  I must have it.

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  1. mrsgreenhands May 31, 2013 at 8:40 pm #

    Reblogged this on Mrsgreenhands’s Weblog.

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