Patrick Pending usually kept his silence

Patrick Pending usually kept his silence when this kind of thing came up, as this kind of thing often did in the course of time. But on this occasion, his pent-up pendant utterance

palpated his bladder, causing him to want to pee, which he liked to do. On his way to the ladies' room, he pontificated his thoughts and postulated that the scarecrow must have

no need to use the restroom. Pure straw. He never saw him drink anything. As a Cowardly Lion he had to pee all the time. Then he looked at the Tin Man's groin, was their a pl

ace in hell for tin men? For scarecrows? There was for lions. How could a cowardly lion trust them now? What had Voltaire said about certainty? "Look," he shouted, pointing a shaky

Paw at the sky to the west. It looked so dark, Voltaire put on his three cornered hat and sat as usual at the table in the corner, pretending to read the newspaper.

He pretended so hard that with his head buried in the newspaper he did not see a giant finger come down from the sky where Hemingway was pointing at his map. Picasso was under the

influence of half the contents of his liquor cabinet at the time, and barely noticed that he had invented cubism. Hemingway's gigantic finger reached down and flicked Picasso out

of his way, calling him a 'drunken brilliant cheater' and proceeded to write a story about that. Picasso looked incredulously at Hemingway and wondered why he ever bothered with

short stories. A man of Letters? More like a man who's mores got his betters. Picasso began rolling a cigarette, but as he was about to light it, thought the fumes from Hemingway's