By dawn, the developer’s diggers were mysteriously relocated—to a sheep field three miles away. The village cheered.
But when the village post office was threatened by a rogue developer, a different side emerged. britty litty and badassbrannn
Britty Litty poured another cuppa. BadassBrannn cracked her knuckles. in poem form
Two souls, one woman. And heaven help anyone who messed with her post office. Want it longer, in poem form, or as a character backstory for a story? britty litty and badassbrannn