to be spoken in clear voice…



howard rose profoundly swearing ; his end perforated  with a rose thorn from the thicket

his friends found his behaviour boring, wondering what he had been boring down there in the hedge

howard removed his suit to apply the ointment to his wound, yet it did not suit his skin.

he felt inclined to seek help for this affliction, got up to quickly and fell down the incline.

‘**** it’ he yelled,’ now i have ripped my trousiers and do not know how to **** and mend them’

so he hid in the shed where he shed all his garments and bared his soul.        
                                                                                                                                                                       tada!