lawnmower

Moonsmear whizzed the shuttle through his loom at breakneck speed, clacking the heddles until they nearly hummed. “Easy brother, you’ll stretch the thread, and then where will you be?” “I have a date tonight, and I need to wash my neck before.” “Who’s the lucky lady?” “Moonblossom.” “Ah yes, a very lovely girl. And hardworking. … Read morePhases of the Moon