… is no more.
Nauty is roaming the metaverse again in search of a home, pins just there there and there.
“I don’t get it. Do you get it John?”
“Not really,” he answers, watching the bull absorb the milk once more and become human, able to recite his abcde’s.
“Well… we better talk about it more in the next post. I haven’t got anything on, being a traveler again. How about you?”
“Bingo night at the club,” answered John. Nauty would have to speculate by himself, which he was good at anyway.
(to be continued)
Sunklands 