Aardwolf
I went as far south as I could, carrying my rifle, my canteen, and a big American hat I found floating in the Gulf of Aden. I walked until my […]
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Aardvark
“May I ask,” said the aardvark, “where you are going?” “I will be happy to tell you where I am going,” I said. “I am an ant. And I am […]
A
The big fat A fell from the sky and struck Rhoda on the head. She pitched forward, away from her stool, her skirt blustering over like the spasm of a […]
