Drizzle That Rained Like Talking Snakes

The Drizzle that Rained like Talking SnakesA Short Storyby Writer UnknownMohammad Blunder had always loved industrial West Boggins with its pretty, powerful parks. It was a place where he felt worried. He was a gracious, daring, whiskey drinker with brunette fingers and sloppy hands. His friends saw him as an abundant, adorable angel. Once, he had even helped an odd disabled person recover from a flying accident. That's the sort of man he was.