The Small Taste, the Ticklish Problem. (A tale of Tiny Edward Saturday)
Thrown through the window of the Bundelkand Rajah, the wonderful 'it' has arrived. "I like it. I dont know what it is, or where or how either, and i like it all the same" thought Tiny Edward Saturday all to himself. When he gets an inkling of a like that is similar to this like, (usually the like is a 2 o'clock like), then he can often say "I like it" straight away. Such is the decisiveness of the tremendous personal preference that Tiny can call upon in times, typically mid-afternoon times, such as these. You might say there are many terrific reasons to feel positively inclined towards it, and on another day Tiny Edward Saturday would elaborate in detail. But now is not the time to waffle on and on about liking stuff, is it?
The Small Taste, the Ticklish Problem. (A tale of Tiny Edward Saturday)
Thrown through the window of the Bundelkand Rajah, the wonderful 'it' has arrived. "I like it. I dont know what it is, or where or how either, and i like it all the same" thought Tiny Edward Saturday all to himself. When he gets an inkling of a like that is similar to this like, (usually the like is a 2 o'clock like), then he can often say "I like it" straight away. Such is the decisiveness of the tremendous personal preference that Tiny can call upon in times, typically mid-afternoon times, such as these. You might say there are many terrific reasons to feel positively inclined towards it, and on another day Tiny Edward Saturday would elaborate in detail. But now is not the time to waffle on and on about liking stuff, is it?