My mommy dragon made is do laundry twice last month and now she is deciding that we will do laundry again today.

Fuck!

I fucking hate laundry because mom forces us to do it at public laundromats, which means hauling heavy arse bags of laundry to th' car, and then spending hours and hours in a smelly laundromat that has even smellyier monkeys running around in it because families decide to take their chico malo hellions with them.

To make matters worse, mom thinks that laundry should he a long process, she believes in shaking each cloth before putting it in th' machine, instead of just dumping it all in.

And she will often complain about how th' dryer did not dry th' clothes right, so she puts it all in again, which makes the process last even longer.

And then she demans that we fold it all there instead of just going home, which makes the torture last even longer.

Finally, she always demands that I wear new clothes everyday, which makes the laundry pile rise very quickly.

People who think that slavery was abolished in 1865 are absolute cattle.

Slavery persists even today, alive and well.

A child arrived in a bright room, breakfast and warrior book in hand, It was early in the morning, and a maelstrom was rampaging outside across the land.

He sat in a chair, and then heard in the air, a dreadful sound behind him.

He wheeled about, and saw with a shout, an old man wrangling with a long yellow dragon.

The old man was attempting to tame and trap it, but it would not give way, so to enjoy what little was left of his day, the old man tossed the long yellow dragon away.

The child went over and pick it it up, and then he started to wrangle it.

But th' disorderly beast proved to have a tougher wit.

A long time passed, and a crowd amassed, to watch this chairbound struggle, for th' child and th' long yellow dragon were giving eachother quite th' tuggle.

Eventually, th' child grew desiccated, and then capitulated, and then slumped back in th' chair. Th' innocence, youth and majesty had been drained from th' eyes, and th' child's skin was now so wrinkled, it was enough to make you cries!

Th' long yellow dragon lay on th' floor for a whiles, but then a new pair of shoes came dancing across th' tiles.

A new child had arrived, and picked up th' wicked string to give it a fling. As he toiled against it, th' world froze still, as if paralyzed by a cannon.

Would this child prove victorious, or just another victim of th' long yellow dragon?