It ain’t as easy as Tweeting!
Bishops, for Pete’s sake, use the force!
My Gran’s regal looking cat Salem:
I always loved Tolkien’s writings, since the day back when…: “If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. You have my sword…” – Aragorn “And you have my bow.” – Legolas “And *my* axe.” – Gimli “You carry the fate of us all, little one.” – Boromir
I’m letting it all go!
Time narrows, focus pointing at life, avoiding Death. Deflect and STRIKE! to paralyse, nullify the threat. Hearing, sight and smell plop back into being. I breathe again, alive still, but shaken.
Why aren’t there any fences and troopers and stuff?
Would you call these stupid animals?