snmmff

Updated: April 30, 2025

Catching the scent hot and fresh, Susan Gluck's Orphan came dashing up-wind giving tongue, or rather, nose, voluptuously. "Mm-m-m! Snmmff!" inhaled the Orphan, wrinkling ecstatic nostrils. "Mister, lemme smell it some more!" Graciously the dispenser of fragrance waved his balm-laden handkerchief. "Like it, kiddie?" he said. "Oh, it's grand!" She stretched out her little grimy paws.

Samuel Hopkins Adams - From a Bench in Our Square