Smelt Spelt
Smelt Spelt
Taciturn brown blackened smelt under wrapped green elephant ears laying in a pool of fluid leaked on a bed of brown crusty spelt in points of poverty in the chastity belt of time.
Every thirteen feet as described in the tenements of Leroy there is a firepit for the use of the fishermen of Longest town. The Dutch Harbor has a dike. She patrols the area. Checking the outlay traps. She is lonely. The water is held away by the dam. The Smelt lay near the dam and are trapped rather easily in used clam containers hauled up with the dikes help she uses a belt and gathers all the smelt into a kept cooler. The Spelt is harder it is thrashed. All the fishermen named Leroy meet and thrash the spelt until it can be felt and gathered into boxes and then kept beside the kept cooler full of smelt. They wrap the smelt up in the spelt up inside the ears of elephant. When it roasts slowly in the firepits it makes some fluid. This is drained into a giant crock pot and there is soup for the entire village of Leroy and dike has more than enough as well.
And every one in poverty and chastity is fine they smell. They smell the smelt spelt in the ears of the elephant plant.
