I killed a rat not happy about that,but what other choice did I have?It wouldn't just leave of its own accord.It had found a nice cosy place in my home,a place to set up house and breed.I'm sorry your life...

If I had a quill made of goldthat wrote of stories, new and oldcreate new dreams and fairytaleson pages carried by silver sails sketch bright flowers with bumblebeesor babbling brooks with autumn leaveswrite of sorrow pain and griefor paint a...