Flawed Logic

In his search for the moon, he discarded the sun, then wondered why he floundered in the dark.

He cursed as his shins cracked against the base of an antique bureau, and he was heard to mutter,

“I swear, it was right here. Big, and round, and full.” 

His lady tsked, “Come back to bed, love. All will be well come the morning.”

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

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