Julie Grieve

To her this was simply a barbaric act of treason akin to slouching at her table, turning down her offer of seconds or – if as designated barman – you allowed her glass to stand empty for a brief second. In the event of this calamity occurring, she would become...

Our Ducks Ain’t Fat!

It all started sneakily enough. A number of unmarked vehicles showed up, and some engineering-type people began unloading equipment. “Nothing to worry about” was the news the ducks got from their sentries. The engineering-types then started setting up their equipment...
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