There is no justification for what I want to do. Don’t be a jurist and tell me you doubtfully fear a heightened imbalance of my brain.
This slight infraction began to captivate me when I met people at a literacy club. I was absorbent and expounded at their stories of small kingfishers when they went to catch live snakes-not copperheads but rattlesnakes! They canvass the rocks with great ferocity and drag out huge snakes! After fermentation of skinning and tanning, the skins are made into belts.
Kilowatts in my brain lit up and gave me a draconian desire to join the hunt! Expletive! Maybe I will give up this grizzled idea and take up the gossamer.