Literature
Up on Green Acres: Flew the Coop
Up on Green Acres: Flew the Coop!
The late autumn day sweltered, too hot for grand adventuring. It was impossible even to muster the will for exploration. Still, Pipsqueak had decided that it was absolutely necessary they find some cool shade and an even colder bottle of something-or-other, lest the sun render them into soup stock. He mounted his trusty spore counting sheep, Capulet, and instantly commiserated with how stifled his companion must be beneath all that luscious red wool.
“I say, Capulet,” Pipsqueak squeaked as they lumbered laboriously over the grassy hillside in search of a nice, leafy tree beneath which they migh