Literarynonsense Stories

"That I am mad, 'tis true: 'tis true 'tis pity; and pity 'tis 'tis true..." She whispered to herself, tepid tears leaking through the spaces between the fingers of the bloodied hands that covered her face, "But I know a hawk from a handsaw."

Literary nonsense. A story about a girl. Or a dog. But not a puddle.