"The city is full of trash, Mrs. Fletcher

"The city is full of trash, Mrs. Fletcher and I am the broom." John sneered at that busy-body from Cabot Cove.
"But... but... but you can't do that!" the city director whined. "You're just taking the law on yourself... and scaring the good people of this city half to death!"
But Chief Justice Roberts grinned. "Actually, I can do that. I, myself am the law." Chief Justice Roberts ripped the City Director's heart out, laid it on the table and smacked it
with a hammer. The city director died instantly after Chief Justice pulled his heart out.
PART TWO The Chief Justice, now retired, was sitting in a deck chair in his garden reading the Daily Telegraph when a piece of debris from a plane flying at 34,000 feet struck him
as rather odd. "That piece of plane debris seems to be flying at 34,000 feet under its own power. This requires adjudication!" And so, the Chief Justice grabbed his gavel and
A coffee can in an attempt to contain the plane debris. There were additional plane debris in the same area some four years later, flying at 50,000 feet under their own power. The
Sky Pixies had hijacked these flying bits and were using them for to aid migrating geese who would otherwise never made it back to Canada. Geese with heart problems and bad backs.
It was because of the American diet that they have these ailments. This past winter in the Florida Keys has made them fat and faulty. Their father sent them to buy the girl, Helen.
Helen was rather attractive, from her soft feet to her waxy dome. One could almost make an entire meal out of her legs alone. The father felt her fatty arm and declared,

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