Novelwriter

For once there was a full moon
Someone kept on chopping it down
Till it was nothing; nothing at all
Quickly enough it filled back up
Everyone shouted for joy
But, there came a monsoon
Poor moon got all cleaned up

Now there was a full moon...

Good story! Hope you got an A in the class. When I write, I love creating a character out something that is inanimate, like you blanket.

I figure that when Trump is finally gone, so will all of the ruckus over the covid-19. Jeepers! All they want is for him to go. And come Hell and the Virus they'll get their way!

Never found her... never. Poor kid, stuck between earth and heaven. All she wanted was the directions, either to Hell or Heaven.