Under the guise of helping me to clean up

Under the guise of helping me to clean up the stables Beecher managed to gather himself a third breakfast. One that he offered to share with me for a story. I felt he was asking on

Borrowed time because I was clearly angered that he was sharing my bounty with me. My bounty with me. The apple he proffered was mine. The cheeses, the sausage, the wines, mine min

E mine. I slapped the apple away and grabbed him by the collar yelling "nien nien nien". For some reason I thought he was German. I threw him into a canal I must not have noticed

that the canal was empty and the man who I thought was German (but was probably actually Russian) fell and hit his head on the concrete and started screaming out in Chinese 屁眼

so I started screaming back in French at the obstensibly German who was probably Russian (but sreaming in Chinese) you cannot put my sailboat into an empty canal! This is insanity!

"No", shouted the Spartan, "this is Sparta!" And kicked him into the next folding story where he was a wing walker on a yellow biplane flying over an air show in rural 1929 Ohio.

Two-bit Tommy had never seen such a thrilling display of aerial brilliance. The yellow biplane flipped suddenly upside down, as the man on the wing finished the last of 30 pushups.

Forgetting that I was glued to the wing, Snoopy opened fire on the Red Baron. Bullets whizzed past me as I tried to scream into the intense wind. The Red baron looked like a pizza

! The bullet holes were pepperoni! Suddenly I was hungry. Snoopy & I hopped off the roof of his doghouse, went inside, & ordered Dominoes. Good grief, what a day!