They fought from heaven; the stars in their courses fought against Sisera.
Ton-dog snapped them off
and trotted through the portal with a Porpoise. The Holly Spirit sounded in a sea of change and leaped in the lightless firmament. “Spirit two too-oh,” growled Ton-dog, sitting at the foot of Waldo’s bed. Mammals seemed a good idea.
“Look, honey,” purported Waldo, shaking a sleeping Ms.… Continue