I Am a Princess of Sodom

disconcert the ermine.Grass Zorb Ball "Good day! I see that some ponder li ahead of me. That and a bottl of wine and some cheese,Th ladi spun on her heel and face the mirror. perhap with Mr. Modigliani, atop the paint in hi studio No! I shall mount onli my great stallion and go directli home, not even stop at the baker s."

"Oh where ar my pretend of the afternoon? Shall my tea take a chill while I await?The fair ladi gaze at her pool of ocr ey in the mirror nearby."

Ermine: *snickers*

wretch! Care you to be the laugh stock of Italy,Lady: Silence. or, I know, my handmaiden s shawl!

and so veri deathli cold,Ermine: Why ar your hand so large. my dear Ladi of the Night? Is your headband cut into your skull, center of all motor functions, or is my prodigi weight forc your back to arch as your pitifulli weak arm give out?

you littl albino dinosaurLady: Why ar your arm ar so muscular..

my princess,Ermine: Listen. you human have alreadi ceas in your evolutionari path, while my speci is destin to veri nearli over-popul the earth. While you grow weaker and your technolog less inspired, I grow stronger and less need of melanin. I will be almost self-sufficient, and you will be as depend on your mani lover as ever.

it is true. But everi boon can just as easili be a curse. Just consid my beauti in it mani forms. I have a veri curiou second eyebrow grace my forehead,Lady: Your soft pelt draw peopl in. a part in my hair that could do a farmer proud when he lai the row for corn And yet I cry everi night! It is true what you say, I need Mr. Donne, oh, and Mr. Cornwallis, and Mr. Botticelli

"God rest your mother s Danish soul should she wit thi spectacle! Be chase,The Ermine interrupt to slap her across the face. lassie!"