The lights were dim and the moon was full.
She reached for the empty glass and saw that the clothing she had on was backwards in a forward way.
Where was the toaster when you had nine lives to lead and the great horned king was lost in the cupboard?
Finding nothing but old dried paste that had been left behind by the poor candle of time's index finger.
'Seeing is believing!' She declared and then soon departed for the old station.
Have a thackering Thursday!
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