I enjoyed working with numbers because numbers

I enjoyed working with numbers because numbers made sense. They were logical--unlike people, who were more like abstract art in which you could only guess the artist's true motive.

I have no appreciation for art. It is a messy way to communicate thoughts. And I have no appreciation for people. They irritate me. No logic or intelligence in most of them...

But my doll people... they were an entirely different story.They exuded logic and intelligence,and I conversed with them around tea all day long. Except for Art. I didn't like him.

Art had a horrible personality and thought my tea tasted like warm water. It was even a special blend I imported from India! How rude can he be?

Just when I thought Art couldn't be ruder, he turned around and farted right in my face. I think I must have passed out then, because when I came to, Art was gone. He left a note

Toottown. There was bad air between the Feckin' Farters and the Fowl Howlers. Everyone cleared the bar when Heinous Enos fired a warning shot. But Fanny Applebottom

- true to her name - merely ducked under a table, leaving her in arrears, so to speak. The Howlers squealed in delight at the inviting vulnerability. Enos focused the crosshairs on

The swaying hammocks where King Richard The Fearless took his daily nap. A domesticated tiger guarded him and waited for his royal highness to wake up. The time was 3pm. Winds were

very strong as they finally whipped King Richard out of the hammock and dropped him face first on the ground where he immediately awoke from his nap!