Greta knew what she had to do. She felt bad, that she might have to wrestle Berta. She couldn’t help but feel that Berta with her filthy head, needed a pounding and pummeling. “She’s no use to you,” Greta thought, “She knicks at you, claws at your arms, and chokes your throat.” “Always clamping on to your thighs,”
The departing of Berta
The departing of Berta
The departing of Berta
Greta knew what she had to do. She felt bad, that she might have to wrestle Berta. She couldn’t help but feel that Berta with her filthy head, needed a pounding and pummeling. “She’s no use to you,” Greta thought, “She knicks at you, claws at your arms, and chokes your throat.” “Always clamping on to your thighs,”