In the misty mountain morning, an ominous chuckle can be heard over the creaks of wooden wheels.
There in the pathway, the silhouette cutting through the fog, a large slop-cart stops.
A lumbering oaf descends, landing in the mud and plodding up to the ridge.
Hands on his hips, he laughs, overlooking the hapless settlement of QQers in the valley below.
There in the pathway, the silhouette cutting through the fog, a large slop-cart stops.
A lumbering oaf descends, landing in the mud and plodding up to the ridge.
Hands on his hips, he laughs, overlooking the hapless settlement of QQers in the valley below.
You know what? Just for you, I'll post an update in the next few days.