The Project

urAngKa born some time now. Lived under the sky, still six years passed, and life through rolling hills and fresh buttered miller's salted flower, fat sleep with rest. The young rusty nail binged off the hammer in B. Flat, the car door eaten well and truly, screeched a perfect C. The owner, a two footed stupid man answered the question in the knowledge that with perfect hearing, the use of sign language would cover his inability to think. FurAngKa, the only water sign, trained in the art of misbelieving, set a long and arduous toe after toe package holiday in the inclement.