a wool-dyed Baptist

Year after year unto her feet, / She lying on her couch alone, / Across the purpled coverlet, / The maiden's jet-black hair has grown, […]

In a month or so I plan to begin the update process again at The Nursery Files, which as you probably know is the X-Files babyfic/kidfic archive.

Fourteen, sir. No age to be riding a horse foaled by an acorn, I can tell you.