Sticks, or: Stones

My 1st Espinela A daft hog built a house of straw. His brother made his out of wood. Both got blown over where they stood, which neither foolish boar foresaw. Meanwhile, their sibling set his jaw, ever the intentional swine. He drafted a solid design; wasted no time with hay or sticks; erected fort of… Continue reading Sticks, or: Stones