The sun was just rising east of my turret as I wandered down from my second floor condo.

October is wondrous up in these parts; colors abound.

I found a seat on a bench in the appropriate area, lighting up a home-made cig when the castle door began opening and closing spewing out other hobbling goblins.

Now just as an aside, my Precious walks and runs (falling down from time to time for sure) whilst her one year-old sister hobbles. Jolee thinks she is walking of course but all eye witnesses will attest that the little cheribum really just hobbles.

Now this aside reminds me that certain politicians like Palin or Jindl or Bachmann perceive themselves as walking orators when in fact, they are just hobbling gobblers.

Anyway, back to the Octobrist horrors.

As soon as each hobbler exited the castle, he or she (mostly shes) light up their cylandars of evil with their Bics.

A few appear with walkers, a couple in wheel chairs...but most arrive hobbling on two legs.

The smoke billowed from the two encampments; one facing the South; the other encampment is located on the east of this grand subsidized manor.

And there is conversation amongst the residents.

Many hobblers have what I call 'toy dogs'. In my mind dogs should be at least three feet in length (not counting the tails) and the buggers should leave gifts of at least one pound.

However, toy dogs leave geese-like gifts that are actually more difficult to pick up with plastic grocery bags.

I had a dog that was part wolf bred from more than a few canine ancestors.

I had to dispossess myself of Fido when my second husband made us move from the country to a more urban setting. I gave Fido away to a new owner who was possessed of many acres permitting my pet to roam free.

I should have abandoned my second husband instead of Fido.

As the smoke continued to rise another member of my encampment noted how difficult it will be to remain in our places come winter.

But I just received a smokeless ashtray. And that gave me an idea. I am now looking for an air purifier (demonstrating with her hand that the mechanism is about three feet high).

We hobblers are all schemers in one way or another.

THE END