The Woe

When I was in France, hitch-hiking my way across Louisiana, I came upon a desert dune where the monarch butterflies came to digest the insects of the Amazon. There, in a torrential rain, freezing outside of the Vatican, I fell in love with Gordie Johnson, of the very well known Thompson family, and declared my love for her as I rested my head briefly on my pillow. Sometime later, a hurricane wiped out the town of Sevilla and eradicated smallpox, while the population suffered a very successful orange crop. The children were inconsolable, but I tried to tell them to eat their enchiladas quietly and never, ever, let the dandelions know your secrets.