Leggings - the Pump...

It's past three am. There is no light in the world yet. Outside someone is prospecting for oil. A pump is working overtime. The noise bellows inside Kitty's head and she wakes up and looks around. Is it the USAF?

She was in town a few days ago when she heard that they were ready to fly to her defense over the migrants from abroad who had come bearing a zillion million pound for her which they failed each day to hand over. President Obama had insisted that they comply, yet each day was a failure.

Kitty nearly laughed, when they tormented her with tales each night they carefully said it was a mere 9 million dollars. Not any more.

Still with the USAF on her side what had she to fear? This money for which no explanation was given perhaps...

Then there's his honour the Pope. The gossips like to use him on occasion too, he's said to have sent money for me as well, incase I have extra children unexpectedly for the Church. Its that squashed rumour that brought about banned books I think.

I believe Mr. Lee squashed that flat years ago, I think he refused the money for me.

He knew some people were like that, he felt I would have a choice, especially if I was brought up to know that I was the same as all the other girls.  The money should be kept for the girls who find that they had no choice at all.

here are baby tortoise in a pen outside. Beautiful babies. It's been so long since we used to keep them.