“He’ll have to come to my house, next time I see him,” he dib.
When we arrive up to R. R. station, I was surprised: Hon. Snow stop ottomobile.
“Togo,” he say so, “This are where you get off.”
“You wish me depart homeless?” I snagger.
“Since you are so smart at flagging bulls,” he resnort, “maybe you can wave red rags at engineer and tell him take you some place where picnics is unknown & brains unnecessary.”
Speaking thusly, Hon. Ottomobile depart away full of honks.
Hoping you are the same,
Yours truly,
Hashimura Togo.