Originally Posted by rpenmanparker

It's all your fault. You're the one who started her spinning. As long as folks were complimenting her pies, I sure she was tickled to death (oh wait, that doesn't work, does it?) to have them frozen. But NOOOO. You had to say they couldn't be any good. Now the poor old woman is destined to roam unfulfilled.

I can hear Lefty now: "She walks these hills in a long black vei-ei-el. She exits her grave when the night winds wai-ai-il." Catchy, huh?

Why don't you just leave the poor old woman alone. We will settle this mano a mano next summer.