The Misters’ recent consumer industrial complex purchase of a porch heater left large unsightly molded styrofoam halves
-- one which was carted off by the county, the other, storm-strewn, had to be retrieved from a ditch and currently inflates The Misters’ (otherwise shrinking) carbon footprint –
“ANY-way…”!
Anyway, the whiteness of the styrofoam whale, lodged at some 20 yards from the house, can, in dim light, be taken for The Smee.
[coherence, finally! – ed.]
“Mister Smitty… Oh shoots! That’s not The Smee. It’s the styrofoam sculpture … of The Smee.”
“But wildly abstractified: The Smee has no right angles like that.”
“Except when he folds his front leg back.”
“Tru dat.”
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