Mr. Smitty ate a mouse!
(He left only the tail.)
“Nothing beats the fresh taste of wild game, eh, Mr. Smee?” said This Mister, as he peered down on the Smitty’s eviscerations and decapita(liza)tions.
“He brought it up on the porch and showed it to me,” reported That Mister. “But it was still alive. I had to pull my feet up off the floor like this” (does).
“Then he dropped it and swatted it and picked it up again. At one point he went back over to the door [mercifully closed – ed.] to look for you.”
“He wanted all the Misters to see.”
“Mister, he did.”
“Mister, The Smitty is a good hunter-smitty.”
“Mister, this story of the Smitty eating a mouse is a good one.”
“Mister, it is.”
“Mister, it should be continued.”
“Mister, it should.”
"Ok. Say the word.”
“To be continuated, yo!”
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