us was, um, complete.
All in all, however,
it meant little to
anyone who wasn’t already
set adrift on a
log in Lake Blawnox.
On the other hand,
there’s that one giant
mulberry bush which harbors
one giant mulberry and
emits enticing scents of
long-unwashed stoat hutches, while
also repelling mosquitoes and
serving as a rudimentary
shelter for cute little
Hummel figurines and other
worthless but sentimental keepsakes.
Just the sort of
tchotchkes one finds at
my friend Dave’s house.