07-15-2018, 09:49 AM
The large beast turned her head, but only just enough to take a gander at that which spoke to her. What a queer question; it was almost amusing. Could she speak? "Greetings," she said. "Am I right to assume you live here?" Her voice seemed to slither forth from her jaws without much effort to moving them. "Perhaps, then, you could tell me: What is this strange--unusual, odd, peculiar--yes, strange place?"
Ply her heart with gold and silver.
Take your sweetheart down to the river.
Dash her on the paving stones,
It may break your heart to break her bones,
But someone's got to do the culling...
Take your sweetheart down to the river.
Dash her on the paving stones,
It may break your heart to break her bones,
But someone's got to do the culling...