The old necromancer sat in his high backed overstuffed chair, and let out a loud toot. Accompanied by a huge unexpected yawn, the hopefully temporary flatulence was released. Too many of those “happy” cookies, he admitted to himself. His wife baked the treats whenever rainy weather came. It always boosted clientele.
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Can You Tell A Story In…
The Bag Lady 
🤣this made me laugh Cheryl – better out than in!
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Very entertaining – left me with a smile.
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Lol 😛
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Love this Cheryl!
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