When God explained the snakes roll, Snake

When God explained the snakes roll, Snake had a hisssy fit. "Why do I get all the creepy ssshhhtuff? And why do I take the wrap for those ssstupid hairlesss sssinnerss?

He nearly took pita on the snake but instead said, "At least you aren't saddled with a lobster roll." The snake hissed, "God, you usssed to be my hero, but now I'm not so sssure."

"Ah, baloney!" he muttered to himself as the snake slithered away. Then along came a hungry hippo. "Grinder?" he asked, holding one out to the hippo. "No, I swallowed her whole,"

. Somewhat confused, he put the sandwich away and shuffled the cards. "Poker?" he asked. "No," said the hippo, getting irritated, "I didn't even know her."

Trying to change the subject, he pulled a book from the shelf. "Yo- You like Kippling?" The hippo glowered, "I don't know. I never Kippled."

No, Kipling, the writer." I brought the book to the hippo and he flipped through the pages. "Well?" I asked. The hippo shrugged "I'm not really into fantasy. Talking animals are no

S you feel when you read the final proof?" Mr. Hippo was flattered and read Kipling's books tochos numerous offspring. He was a good grandfather and taught them well. Of course, it

's always better to spell 'tuchas' the Yiddish way, to avoid confusion. So yeah, I'm confused, but at least I can spell 'tuchas' and that'll get me on any Borscht Belt comic's

parade. There I can get the recognition I need for Feeliac's disease. Only Dr. Goodfeel Drinkenstein has been researching it. And recognition will triple funding for research.