Drizzle That Rained Like Dancing Snakes

The Drizzle that Rained like Dancing SnakesA Short Storyby Writer UnknownFelicity Smart was thinking about Boris Doop again. Boris was a smelly ogre with slimy abs and ruddy thighs. Felicity walked over to the window and reflected on her grey surroundings. She had always loved beautiful Truro with its violet, vacant volcanoes. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel delighted.