Blood Spilled in the Land of Par Boiled Toads!

      Blood has been spilled in the Land of Par Boiled Toads.
      It's true!
      The trail led across the leaking containers of food, across the court and straight into the bathroom. The sink was covered and no one cleaned. That left the deed straight up to me. I went to the kitchen to find liquid to make it sanitary and oh! what did I see? The dishrag partially submerged in the water for washing the utensils with which they intend to serve was also bloody........and they're angry I won't eat? That I won't allow from contaminated dishes and surfaces my children to feed? Woo hoo! heehee! I dance beneath the local trees, laughing and loving to clarify this ridiculous scene of one perfectly divine comedy-joke's on me!- within my being. I bless the gods for showing me how sacred I view blood really. My body, my temple, a sacred thing!
      A chaotic air lent to the schizophrenic with bi-polar personality disorder snapping and barking and swearing at the children as well as adults throughout the day when addressed she'd say "Me?! No way!". Already warned we must not complain or "I'll take your bed away!". Like the Queen of hearts in Wonderland shouting of Alice "Off with her head", the threat does come "Away with her bed!" and as the witch in Oz does add: "and your little dog,too", the queen toad with the wig that is fireproof, her threat does say "and your little kids, too!". Caught up in the chaos the goats do Frolic, the goats do romp and the goats do play until one bleats from the slice to it's leg. Just another casualty of those beds that do roll away......every Sunday where a new gauntlet of spirits and personalities is faced......
  So, I dance and I sing my sweet little soul clean beneath the local, moss draped trees.......the rainbow keeps dancing, the waters always churning above the gold of serene divine being...and we sing and we sing. We keep right on dancing below, above, around and beneath those glorious trees!