A spice of dust rumbled a dice rolled I've been chewing on these things like dang bones. Dust isn't a flavor until you put it in a salt shaker if a Shakespeare can make up words so can I. famunch a stunch a macaroon of miles to far to much a stench to lunch.

Willow meets a kind Mildred on the way to lunch. "What a strange bone he has?" Thinks Willow

Hopefully I capitalized the title correctly.