Gert’s having another of those wordy fits….
The wind and the rain got into a fight. The wind gave the rain great open-handed cuffs and buffets, trying to drive it back where it came from, and the rain flung gouts and sloshes at the wind, trying to drag it down under its own sodden weight.
‘Be off with you,’ said the first ant. It was his territory. Continue reading Tales from The Owl – Antagonists
Chinese proverb: Continue reading The dark birds of sorrow