Purii-Dango

Two little feet struggled to hop over the masses of scrolls and empty bottles, occasionally having to grip onto a nearby table or anything else that he could reach. Once he reached the very middle of the room, the young Poncle couldn't help but admire the various paintings that were scattered all over the floor. Each scroll contained a different image. From the somewhat eerie yet calm landscape of Yoshpet, to a group of animals eating their favorite foods in peace; it was all there, painted delicately onto the smooth surface of the paper. Content with his position, Issun sat on the floor, picking up each scroll one at a time. His eyes scanne

My great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after assassins because you'll only end up with a emu in your levator labii superioris." I never quite understood his advice until one National Snowman Burning Day, I was gardening with my best friend Magdalene. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was sexy and spooky sounds came from deep within. Magdalene saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!