Hello. How are you all doing? My name is Pepper and I am here to tell you about horses. I just love them. Every weekend, I go to the stables and find horses to carelessly whisper with. Horses just love whispering and darts. They also love the Bridges of Madisson County and the old model Ford Sierra.
It was in Nevada some years ago that I had my first encounter with the Golden Mouse and it is something that I would like to relate to you here. If that is possible, within the time and space realm of the great clock we call the sky, I shall.
Marigold the fallen parsley caption became an untimely kipper in the box of the well honed owl that we call sandwich and which you, dear reader, might call Percy. It was twelve before I found the chessboard and only then an hour before biscuit time (which as we all know, is sacred amongst the geese and knitting needles of Ball, the Tompery Hipper or the Oater of Glen Bolden), so I had to put on my roller skates and head into straw for some rifle.
By Sunday this was all done and I, again, caught the Kite back to the Moon.
Kind refraine.
Hektor.