During his night shift, Easton the miner swallowed an emerald. He left the mines with it in his stomach. At home, he ate with appetite, and drank much. When his bowels began to rumble, he went to the privy. That day, cries of excruciating pain were heard in the village.
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I write as a way of life: books, blogs, articles, almost-poems. I'm a freelancer, a vegetarian, and I listen to Leonard Cohen and enjoy French films. I'm probably dying, but then so are you, so shouldn't we make the most of our time? Reach out to me and let's make friends.
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I don’t know whether I want to know if he found the emerald or not..
What goes in has to come out, sooner or later. 🙂
That first sentence is excellent.
I agree with my favorite non-goat Icelander. And your blog graphics are always fantastic.
Too bad the other sentences are doubtful!
Must’ve been a big emerald.
As always, love the artwork!
Ouch!
He should have thought that through better.
I suppose now the powers that be will want a warning label on all emeralds stating that they are not to be taken internally.
Ouch, How big was this emerald?
About the size of a chicken egg.
OH MY GOD! My sincere sympathy! LOL!