We were again late arriving at work.That day the Sisters asked Hans about scrapple recipes, and he promised to look in his collection at home and brin... some in for them to try. The next couple of weeks went by quickly. The Sisters tried several recipes and finally found one that tasted nearly the same as they remembered. It would take a little juggling of ingredients to reach the exact taste, but they seemed quite happy with the results.It was just before the first of the month when Hans came. . What if I wasn?t attractive enough to makeany man consider me as good wife material? What if no man out there was evenwilling to bid on me? It could happen; big tits and wide hips didn?t guaranteeanything. If there was no life as a wife ahead of me, I?d be taken by thehighest bidder for whatever service they wanted of me, and if there were nobidders, then the state stepped in and utilised me as they saw fit. The best Icould hope for was housework. The duties of a wife without any of the. May you always kiss our booboos.God-Mother Day prayer from the Pwetorika tribeThe fifty one tribes all spoke the same language, and all worshiped the same deities. They all had dogs, who were serious and respected, large and black. A dog could and would chastise a child who was endangering them self or another, the dogs were protective and could usually persuade one of the striped fangers to go elsewhere, not by barking and threatening, but seemingly through diplomacy. Large areas were. Still no reaction! Surely someone had heard that one! She changedspells to attack with, a column of lavender radiance spiraled up and outof the tower flashing across the sky with eerie illumination. The lightcoalesced around the Hall, blanketing it with an unnatural glowing fog.Still no noticed seemed to be taken.A sudden thought struck Willow. Quickly she scanned the area around herTower. They were THERE!!!! She counted 9 persons with "the power"surrounding her keep. And if there were that.