They couldn't see the pulchritude that she saw. Each season, this sly girl would offer to clean up the hundreds of pounds of shoddy that would normally go to waste. This season saw no sign of her at the farm. Bewildered, the farmers got word of her creation just outside the village. Never could they have imagined just what she had created, from what they had discarded.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
shoddy | sly | pulchritude
The three:
pulchritude,
shoddy,
sly
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