Workin' on the N.A.F.Y. Beat

I am like a dog that continues to worry at a piece of meat. Many are those who complete a job and rests, but nay, count me not among them. I shall never rest when it comes to writing, eager to tarry forth to new telling. One shall be content if they manage to pry the pen out of my cold, dead hands. So speaks Mouse. I shall now write that after everything type. So speaks Mouse seems a bold, assertive proclamation.