Wednesday, September 19, 2007


I've heard tell of a wench what owned a Dalmatian. Now, this was no normal Dalmatian, for that dog could be shyer than a sea-sick horse and have more energy than a hurricane. The Dalmatian had a spirit as free as a summer breeze, and very little could keep the Dalmatian at bay. One after another, the Dalmatian would break the bonds placed upon her and roam as she saw fit. They say the wench still wanders the land, following behind the Dalmatian, searching for something strong enough to keep the Dalmatian in her place, but until then the wench is forced to live her life in futilely restless days.

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