Our long national nightmare is over!
Mr. Wilson (bad dog) has been decamped after just less than a year after the Smee arrived.
(For a compleat timeline of the Smiity’s adventurizings please consult…[keep dreamin’! –ed.])
V-W Day (as it is called by the Misters) included a ticker-tape parade with Mr. Smitty sitting atop the back seat of a fab reverse-back-door-handled black convertible
Thunderbird?
Lincoln?
Zapruder?
. “--ANY-way!”
The Smitty doesn’t wave – he blinks quietly to acknowledge the accolades of his adoring fans.
Such a regal smitty!
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