by Dawn
What a great day
to enjoy an indigenous experience.
I will visit the native plant garden.
I will eliminate non-native plants in the garden
to maintain native purity.
I am preparing to enjoy the native moss and lichen.
I am planning to discover the secret to maintaining a native atmosphere.
I visit my local Denny’s warehouse outlet.
Luckily they are open 24 hours a day.
I have a skillet for breakfast at 10 pm.
When I inquire if they use all-native skillets, the waitress tells me that she is not sure.
I hurl my skillet for breakfast through the window, which advertised a cheap grand slam.
It is a sunny day.
Don at the Ace Hardware told me that the sun is native.
Fflloydd the Scandinavian told me that he is a native
of Iceland.
That was cool.
I don’t know what Don meant about the sun.
I attend the dedication of three statues dedicated to INDIGENOUS.
Louise the salon worker proposes a toast to a candelabrum.
I have an indigenous revelation;
I feel like having pork and beans,
but I only want to use indigenous pork! pork! pork! pork! pork! pork!
That is no way my problem, says my medium, Lewenda.
I visit my personal pork and synthetic latex dealer.
I acquire the shank and rump of pork and dice it into small cubes in a bowl.
I have trouble acquiring native beans to accompany the pork.
I germinate some native beans in my garden.
In a couple of months, I will be able to indulge myself in indigenous pork and beans.
It will be a good year for indigenous celebrations.
I am glad that there is so much indigenous material with which to create items.
