Navigating the numerous switch-backs down the steep hill above Calle Salinas,
Corey Feldspar's patience had run out.
The only audience for his demanding arrogance this mid-day,
were the five burros.
Two days before his boat the 'Platonica', was to sail,
the last of his loyal minions had fled in fear and disgust,
except one perhaps,
and he was fully prepared for her to not show as well.
The burros were well taken care of.
In this regard, his business sense was mistaken for compassion.
Last edited by ring; 11-24-2008 at 09:25 AM..
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