The Flying Doctor

The flying doctor bloomentha's timing was near perfect as she rolled on to the scrub and dust like a true spy. Her eyes darted around the infertile landscape before landing on a tin shack where she longed for some cold shards on tap. She smashed the rusty lock and chain with a o gold bearing ore, she motted with a gold bearing ol,. What does that mean? It's all a rock. You mean oarea? Oh, not gold bearing oar stock, an oar gold or thining to row the boat with. While lower your expectation....