Ma Mellow's Cottage
The Howlies of my Papillon. How do you flee my garden? Marlene Moonshine steps forth, snatching the wild bloom from my hand, she show us. I first do this. Then this. I slide through. Tah-dah. She goes to my beloved, her father, consuming her bloom prize. No sign of misdeed. No stone upturned. The soil unperturbed. Just a tiny heiney running through the bluebonnets to the lake, her reward.