On an old mountain sat an old toad who felt as wise as his beard was long. His wife laughed and exclaimed, “Those are just soap bubbles, you old fool!” So the old toad added more bubbles to his beard and felt more wise.
On an old mountain sat an old toad who felt as wise as his beard was long. His wife laughed and exclaimed, “Those are just soap bubbles, you old fool!” So the old toad added more bubbles to his beard and felt more wise.
“Might I trouble you, good sir, in directing me to the nearest saloon?” The question sounded honest enough to me, even if the sun was barely mounting the horizon. And truth known, I had not one hour prior left just such an establishment. Still, I turned to the voice careful-like, so’s not to stumble...