Agnus and the hills
2005-11-28 - 2:04 p.m.

Agnus Sunrise was intolerant towards the hills. She carefully saved every dime she earned to buy the house behind the warehouse that faced the endless plains. Each time she left her house, rounded the warehouse, and came within view of the hills, she would mutter angry words under her breath. The hills don't mind much, for a lot of people don't share in Agnus' beliefs. Some people even adore hills. On this very day, this November 28th, as we avoid the cold in front of our computers, Anaretha and Marta are making their way towards the hills. They are greeted kindly with a chilly breeze, and are given soft snow to walk upon. The hills don't know that a lot of people arn't fond of trudging through snow. They are simply doing their best to be kind. Marta throws a snowball and Anaretha ducks. They have a very pleasant afternoon.

Meanwhile, Agnus is baking a pie. I never meant to paint Agnus as an unlovely lady, but simply created her to explain that some people are intolerant to hills. Thisevening Agnus will see a troupe of ten year old boys and girls giggling their way towards the hills. These children will be dragging along sleds with which to enjoy certain gravitational advantages to being tolerant towards hills. One of the youngsters will bring along hot chocolate, and they shall all partake in sweet delicousness. Agnus will scowel as they pass. She knows what they're upto and is displeased. She will share her pie with her brother who is visiting her from Pakistan, and then go to sleep. While sleeping, she will not dream about hills.

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