DOTLAN EveMaps

Now, like all real life experience stories, this also begins once a polly tito, and Happiness Tranq, whose life evolved the ephemeral colour dreamy most, and his deep joy in this being the multicolour of the moon.
Oh yes. His home a victoriana charibold, the four-wheel folloped ft-ft-ft out the back. Now, as Eve on his deep approach, his eye on the moon. Alltime sometime deept joy of a full moon scintyladen dangly in the heavenly bode.
But now only half! So, gathering all behind him the hintermost, he ploddy-ploddy forward into the deep complicadent fundermold of the forry to sort this one out.