Gettin’ Hungry Holler High

The ZSM stubbed his toe on an armadillo tonight after ride-about. I had just disembarked from the lawn barge, when Molly (the world's fussiest former starveling) went nuts. The armadillo broke left, smack dab into one of the ZSM's patrician-length toes. Bad words were few but powerful.I called Sister Juls and Ma from my basket nest 30 feet up Colossus tonight. It's the only place on the Holler where my cell phone works. The Spoonmaster has rigged me a cozy basket thing with multiple redundancies (is it redundant to say multiple redundancies?). Dang. I used to edit. When [...]