The wolf called in his weekly pizza order,

The wolf called in his weekly pizza order, only this time he wanted spinach, mushroom and onion - with easy garlic. "Don't forget to put dried peppers in the bag! My son was
ready for his first day on the job. "Now remember son," I said. "This vegan pizza is to be delivered directly to the wolf. Don't dilly-dally or talk to strangers." He wore his red
kimono and on his head wore a
samurai banzai scarf but under the kimono he wore a hello kitty mawashi. When he stepped on his obi and stumbled
on a piece of broken glass ...and something wet and sticky which reminded him of
something very unpleasant. He found himself hoping that it was just blood, and not some other, more distasteful bodily fluid. He held it up to the light and saw
Eureka! It's oil! He casually asked Mrs. Vanderspilt about the termite he had seen in the basement. Shrieking, she offered the mansion at a bargain. He had a gusher going in no tim
, Dick, or Harry, but right here in Francesca Vandersplit's house. The drillers showed up right away and yammered on in excitement. This here well could save the orphanage,
if only the doggoned drillrs would stop yakking and start drilling the well. Francesca Vandersplit and the orphans had been waiting to quench their thirsts for over an hour, now.
Finally the Man with the Cigar rode clearly across the ridge above the minor's camp. He lit a cigar and a stick of dynamite off the same match. He took a toke of the dynamite.

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