This is a world of alphabets...they form
words...sentences...lines...paragraphs...and thoughts,
views, opinions...they form my world...my very own world!
Pumbaa, I mean. Eight! And, he has not a clue! I made such a fuss of him in the morning before leaving to work, which surprised him fully well. His tail was wagging at 60 miles an hour, shaking his…
