Spanish Sky is me, but she was told to write this in third person. She used to live in Florida, but forgot to visit Disney World before moving away. Now she probably resides in an ice cavern, so don’t even bother looking for her cause it’s way too cold for you. Please don’t hold it against her that this book is a little short; she’s doesn’t usually write stuff like this.
She’s fascinated by Christmas carolers, zippers, and miniature golf. One day she hopes to create the first ‘medium-sized golf’ course, where the ball is as big as a soccer ball and the windmill is the size of a windmill. Motto: If we all shit a brick, we could build a house.