Skip the Skunk skipped skittishly to school,

Skip the Skunk skipped skittishly to school, singing skunkish songs. "You've changed your tune, Skip!" One passerby was heard to say. Skip replied "

at your white-coated tongue. You ha-have ha-HA-hali...bad breath." Skip breathed into his hand & sniffed. Sure 'nuff, Porky was right. "A-a-and you have to do su-something about

the ah bah BAH ah bad taste in meh my meh MEH eh mouth!" Skip sneezed. "Ah ah AH choo-hoo!" "Eheheheh excuse you!" "Thanks...what can I do about that, Porky?"

"Well, there ain't much you can do about sneezing. It's just how life is," Porky replied. Skip reared for another sneeze. "I AH don't AH believe AH CHOOOOOOOOOOOO... you."

"Then I guess, my friend, you're living a lie, because no matter what you do or where you go in this life, there are a few constants. And you have just encountered one. Sneeze well

into this tissue of uncertainty, my friend," he said, "and pray that it doesn't deteriorate into your hands like a cheap bargain brand." He handed me a box of Klonox and was gone.

Although, technically, cloning oxen was illegal in the Hindu rooted space colonies they were enforced more in the breach than the norm. I saturated the tissue with the Klonox & la

ced up my boots tightly. There'd be serious trouble if I tripped while I made my escape. I stuffed the dripping wet tissue into my jacket pocket and crept towards the abattoir.

Inside, I saw live pigs on one end, finished sausage on the other, and all kinds of butchery in between. The scene was disgusting. Strangely, I liked it so much I decided to stay.