The dew of the almond trees sappling branches

The dew of the almond trees sappling branches reflected the Moon's silver light, as Inspector Antonio Vermillingua followed the ant trail along the Villas crumbling perimeter wall

to the picnic site where the alien lay paralyzed. "This potato salad was poisoned," Inspector Vermillingua deduced, causing the ants to panic. The alien's somniferous almond eyes

were narrowing, indicating that it was close to slipping into a coma. The alien's lipless mouth was moving! Inspector Vermillingua bent down to listen. "Muuss-tarrrrd. Mmm-uusstard

screamed the pulsating sausage. Vermillingua was sickened by the talking bratwurst.

"You'd better hide, if you value your life," Vermillingua warned the sausage. The wurst thing was that the brat didn't even realize what it had done to make Vermi so steamed.

Mr. Bratwurst worked at Moe's Deli Pub on Rush Street. He worked with Larry and Curly behind the huge meat and cheese counter. Mr. Beef Tongue was there too, on the weekends.

One day Harpo & Schlomo came into Moe's Deli Pub on Rush Street for a drink. Just as he was about to order, Harpo recognized Larry, the bartender, & Curly, the bouncer. Leopold & L

-ebowski, the lawyers, Frank, the locksmith, Mike, the lion tamer, Grgnak, the space alien, Thomas, the tank engine, and Irene, the librarian. Suddenly, Harpo woke up. "What a

fantastic dream!" he shouted, leaping out of bed like a kid on Christmas, determined to capture the magic in his dream journal. He drew a quick picture of Thomas and Irene together

in the reverse cowgirl position, then blushed furiously and tore the page from his journal. He scrunched it up and tossed it in the trash. Some dreams should stay as fantasies.