Another Nut Story
“Mine is a sad case, Lady,” said the solemn visaged inmate of the asylum to the visitor.
“My parents fed me Gripe nuts; made me sleep up in the garret among the rats, in a ‘buggy’ bed and beneath a crazy quilt. My only pet was a squirrel, and my only toys, the wheels from a cuckoo clock.”
And striking a Napoleonic attitude, he strode out in search of Josephine.
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