Litter-aly

Mister Smitty like to get down!

When something is up in the ‘hood (mice, birds, his peeps) the Smee hunkers down and speeds himself across, around, and betwixt on the “down low.”

“Mister Smitty is getting down in the ‘hood.”

“Mister, the Smee gives the ‘down low’ a literal twist.”

“Mister, literally.”

“Mister, exactly. Literally exactly literally.”

[Ed.: what’s next? Beckettian phrase-errie? “Imagination dead imagine”?]

“I’ll tell you ‘what’s next’ -- what I’d like to see: death of literary allusions up in the ‘hood. I’d like to see quippy-dippiness go on the ‘down low’ -- so low we can’t hear it!”

Mastication Narrowly Averted

Mister Smitty is an indomitable hunter! (in a time-honored, Faulknerian sense).

“Mister, I saw the Smee chasing a mongoose, so I closed the door.”

“Mister, in the indomitably time-honored and storied words of the recently cancelled faux-reality show, The Comeback, “I don’t need to SEE that.”

“Later, I was able to open the door again once the Smee was all calmed down and sich. There was no visible evidence of viscera.”

“Good. Because ‘I don’t need to see THAT.’”