Tokyo
Today, I called in sick to work because I didn't feel like going. My feet were cold so John jokingly offered me his Mickey Mouse Boots, government surplus boots that are good for -20F degrees with a valve. I took him up on it, along with 3 pairs of wool socks that are longer than knee length on me, and the boots themselves are 14 double wide, huge boots, nearly twice the length of my feet. I giggled as I walked with them on, and slid open the back door to go into the yard, when my eyes beheld the orange trees at the side of the house, and one word slipped out while my eyes glazed over: "Tokyo".
With a mighty roar, Chriszilla attacked the poor city of Tokyo, which looked suspiciously like any number of fallen oranges on the dirt.
The air smelled so redolent of oranges after the carnage, and it was a good day.
With a mighty roar, Chriszilla attacked the poor city of Tokyo, which looked suspiciously like any number of fallen oranges on the dirt.
The air smelled so redolent of oranges after the carnage, and it was a good day.