Tag Archives: milk
Pig
Pig Pen, my uncle’s black pig, used to suckle the cow. Laying in the grass together, he drank all the cow’s milk. They nuzzled in love. Tied up, they broke free, escaped into the sugarcane. Pig Pen in the butcher’s … Continue reading
Contest on Milky
This week’s contest attracted a wonderful array of stories, all a little milky in description if not in their soul. I appreciate the last sentence didn’t make a ton of sense. But what I have appreciated is the up-in-game-ship that … Continue reading
