The birth of Hillary Clinton Island

I have a bit of a cold today,so I decided to take a mid afternoon nap.
I was mid slumber, probably dreaming something about Hillary, when I heard rap-rap -rapping at my door.



It was none other than Chew-mee Moore, mumbling something about the birth of Hillary Clinton Island.
I really couldn't make out most of it, but what's new?

He,( or is it she?) eventually made it clear that he wanted a doll from my Barbie collection.
I was reluctant about giving away one of my Hillary dolls, so I forked over a Michelle doll instead.
He immediately decapitated it with a machete, and popped on a birdhead where her real head used to be.



He mumbled something about a bird Goddess, and tore off in his jeep.

I would like to think it was just a dream, but there's now a bird Goddess and the Hillary Clinton Island diorama in my living room.



Chess, anyone?