The horses, having learned a thing or two from the three little pigs, have eschewed such mundane construction materials as straw, sticks, or brick for the mansion they are raising. The foundation has been laid, and it is not only sturdy but captivating.
There is some question as to whether walls will ever go up; the laborers are too busy reading the floor.
Say, that ballet shoe looks tasty!
“Living Arduously in the Quiet”
There’s a New Book Blog in Town
And suddenly it was June.
In Which I Am Probably Seriously Maligning Henry James