The Mystery of Willard

 

The river said to dream big.  He could never understand how a man could ride up and down the river and never listen to the story that it told; a measurement used by mariners as two fathoms and on and on.  This is somewhere along the lines where the waters calm and the undercurrent take a ride with uncertainly, yet with certainty they will certainly meet.   Give a man an inch, and he’ll stretch it to hell and back and is it any wonder.  I once talked to my family so poised and severe. I know what I know – and they be dammed that have a right to stain the golden silence!  I should think that the river sounded like this perhaps: Witz all da Reding I do, I should speaker bit bitter, but adumma masef down to maker mos people Under stand me.  Sweet - It’s a bloodline thing.  Look away now – you’ll pith no morals here.    
   
   
   
   
   
   
Caption:  For the love of dogs.