Long, long ago, in a land far away, a little clan of cave dwellers, known
as Pitt-People, roamed a network of tunnels that snaked across the valley.
The Pitt-People were quiet, shy little creatures who spent their days
mining the smooth, alabaster clay that their leader, Gram Pitt, had
developed a patent on. She named her find "Pitt Run" and spent months
perfecting the sensuous, silky texture that she would then mold into
beautiful works of art.
Now Gram Pitt had many hidden talents (though cooking wasn't one of them,
if you asked poor Granpa George Pitt). Come to think of it, she wasn't
much good at cleaning or ironing or government work either...but I digress.
There was one thing…
- Born on March 9
- Joined April 19, 2009
- Boulder City, NV, United States