abaugus
The storm tossed the great ship to and fro across the sea. The waters slapped against it's hull with a violent force that had the sailors wondering if it was the very wrath of God raining down on them.
Just as the sun was setting, I raised the megaphone to my mouth and called in the loudest voice I could muster: "Give peas a chance." Then walked away.
Brown and snappy. Sticks crunch and break as I walk across the field. Jagged edges like compound fractures earned in a car accident. Broken.