And no one ‘ere thought ta mention the poor Scot badpiper shootin’ flames at any’one approachin’ our deer predicent.
Your all a bit nationalist, aren’t ya?
And no one ‘ere thought ta mention the poor Scot badpiper shootin’ flames at any’one approachin’ our deer predicent.
Your all a bit nationalist, aren’t ya?
Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.