The Rain That Hammered Like Chatting Rabbits

Two Modest Uncles Thinking to the Beat A Short Story by John Doe Albert Plumb was thinking about Jeff Jolie again. Jeff was a brave author with brunette fingers and brown warts. Albert walked over to the window and reflected on his industrial surroundings. He had always loved magical Sleepford with its hard, high hills. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel jumpy.