Mr. Smitty has reverse-disc-rhymin’-ation “nappy-headed” guilt!
The Smitty (he of the white fur) heard noises up in the avocado tree and stood at attention on the rock wall.
Out from the tree’s skirts popped a black (furred) smitty.
(One is not sure, being at a distance, whether it was “nappy-headed” or no)
The two smees stared. And stared.
In the mind of Mr. Smitty we posit that he might’ve been thinking:
“I am guilty (white). I am therefore paralyzed with guilt. What to do? Even think?
The standoff continued until the wee black smitty (who is apparently not yet one of Mr. Smitty’s peeps), fleed, fled, vamoosed the camp.
(thus releasing The Smitty from his paralytic guilt to cavort again in modern mindlessness!)
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