Post by aims on Jan 5, 2014 4:34:17 GMT -6
". . .So there I was traveling along a mountainous terrain (bed).
Most of it was as smooth as spun cotton (sheets), but then I hit
these shifting strings (hair) more treacherous than any web I ever
spun! then I hit some rather bumpy terrain (face) with this great
yawning cavern (mouth) for a minute I thought about going in
there but I'm telling ya, it just seemed too dangerous, intermittent
rotten smelling gale force winds coming out of it (breathing) and
this roaring sound! (snoring) and the opening kept slamming shut
and opening up again, i mean a fella could get squashed in
there!"
