Arts
It starts as a slow news day. Chatting with the neighbor over the fence, a jaunty breakfast with tea and crumpets. Nothing really to report. Besides, the military has got the Martians surrounded. Perhaps I can chat with them and get some news. But, just as I figured, they know less than me. Ah, well. Time to stroll back for dinner. I hear it's supposed to be a good night for artillery fire... --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/public-domain-playhouse/message Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/public-domain-playhouse/support