They are! And you can’t see their groovy moves because of those long flowing frocks they’re wearing. But what could they be singing? Well… Or… Or… Or perhaps… Or maybe something else! Although it has to be something… Read More
On the Eighth of December my Creation brought to me a muster, nay a pride, nay an OSTENTATION of peacocks. … they sung in ostentation… I think there may be just a tad more than eight there. Or… Read More
On the Fifth of December my Creation brought to me… FIVE GOLDEN WINGS! FINE GOLDEN WINGS! Strictly speaking it’s ten golden wings, but who’s counting? Numbers don’t really mean anything in this random series anyway! You don’t have… Read More
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