It is our (small) misfortune to have two townships to the south of us named after this supernatural nuisance — St Michael the Archangel, a personage apparently responsible for a good deal of dog-bothering rumpus today, seen here rudely interrupting a young lady during her me time.
She's like, whoooa dude, I'm reading...
(Above: The Annunciation by Hans Memling c1465-70. One of the largest surviving depictions of this unsolicited interruption, it was painted by a journeyman artist working at the time in Rogier's Brussels workshop who later established himself properly in Bruges.)
MUNAG
Say St Michael to me, and I start to think of not ordinary food...
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