Post by Leslie Sarkany on Jul 24, 2020 18:20:28 GMT -5
The omen was there. An accident I witnessed on the way.
An eerie Manitou was circling in the lower thermals, coming to rest in the seat of power . It let a crying, longing warning wail. With the greatest of haste I departed.Not wanting the aquatic gods to anger I took to the land with Quota Guru #2. Rewards. Humidity ! Niagara nose. Light headedness. Signs. Left with coppers, trinkets and screw you tabs.
Aquatic. Aqua Guru primed. Price is right.....a new car or rather a new bull dozer. Savior of those who entered the water approached me. A request. Lost 14k diamond earing stud. A quest that I persuaded for a millennium only to hang my head in shame. Holes in my sieve not the right tool. A sound. Clear, crisp and sharp. A ghastly sight as a golden serpin appeared in my sieve!
.A voice in my head...stop.....please stop. Who am I to question as my knees were knackered, my arm hanging by a thread and hunger roaring in my most copious gut!
No quota but another day in the ledger for the Bluenose Digaholic!
