Wind That Blew Like Loving Badgers

The Wind that Blew like Loving BadgersA Short Storyby Writer UnknownFelicity Blunder had always loved urban Los Angeles with its tough, tricky trees. It was a place where she felt jumpy. She was a greedy, optimistic, beer drinker with dirty toes and blonde feet. Her friends saw her as a vigilant, vigorous volcano. Once, she had even helped a spotless owl cross the road. That's the sort of woman he was.