Cheeseheaded Boy

April 13, 2010 § Leave a comment

The cheeseheaded boy had a dizzying time getting around. He tucked himself into one of his holes like a hermit crab and rolled toward his destination. Stopping was the trick. He had to throw out his body like an anchor or hope an errant dog caught him. Both were painful.

People were always sneaking up on him with Triscuits or begging him to review their wines. He actually had a fairly successful winemaking and reviewing career until he got soggy.

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