A ‘Thank you’ Book Faire, Day 6.

Dear humans,

It is Monday. We aren’t so sure about this whole Monday nonsense. The female harvested her one teeny tiny honey rock. She ate it. She was very happy, for it was juicy and delicious.

Tiny but fierce, y’all. Tiny by fierce.

Note: Honey rocks are found in Grave Humor, and before she grew her own, the female had never had one. Tasting it confirmed it. The regular ‘cantaloupes’ in the grocery store only wish they were honey rocks.

Amusingly, this was heard in the Blain Ho...