see us see c-ville: the fotchpak revisited

Matt and Marco and myself had a wonderful time in Charlottesville. And we don't even know Charlotte. But if the city is any indication, she is a great gal. Amy and Arantxa showed us a good time and provided us shelter. Paddy provided us performance. What magic! The following is an edit of The fotchpak. Hope it is pleasing.

[the fotchpak]

It was noon and the scallywunches were dillying through a large, brambled meadow of wheapnipples. Treading about griplessly, dwindling their cares around the smell of snipplecrag and horseshoes, they went about the day with reckless wheatabix.

By evening their foppledunks had sweened the entire skyface of allballama, and little was left for their steps to callhollow like the living and the dead. They sweetened the sweating sun with the shipless abandon of a wanton fotchpack, and fro and fro they snithered and swithered, crushing up against the reeds.

Soon the stormbrown consumed the gistings of the day and came down fleetering and fluttering from the hills. It was floon time on the break of slein, and the ballyhollows were saddened by the pollywigged silence of the children.