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Drip, drip. It was difficult to walk on one leg. Fortunately
Lord Heavenly had chopped John’s leg, not his life. John crossed the patio and
searched for the gold coin. It was not under the vegetable cart or the empty
wine barrels in front of Wimpey’s den. He searched everywhere. He would buy a
nice sword, he thought, lusting for the gold. Soaked and impatient, he suddenly
slipped and fell against an abandoned sickle. It dropped violently. Well, now
he had done it, John thought. Drip. And he didn’t even remember anymore why Lord
Heavenly had chopped his other leg.
Oh Lizzie... you have a wild sense of humor. /me pictures John when he realizes he's mission both legs. haha
ReplyDeleteGuilty as charged! *sigh* Good thing I sometimes balance it with say milder writing. Thanks for the comment, Yordie. :)
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