Once upon a time, during an extra horse, Silo McRunt, age thirteen, tried to count up to his mother. His actions were noticed by his wet neighbor ( a mere bacon fanner by trade ) who had just defeated his breakfast. He rushed to the phone and called Vacant 780-W, which is the number of the Hard Lard Connecting Works. Frantically, he described the situation to Mrs. Razzbushel, author of "The Veto of Hard Lardness," or the "Hard Varnish of Leto." Mrs. Razzbushel had been suffering with bundles for three days, but she poured herself into the hearse and drove at neckbreaking speed to the scene of little McRunt, age thirteen, counting up to his mother.
She sped through the night like a damp sausage. She had a ham in her hand and the blisters on her feet sang like turkey in the twilight. Meanwhile, and unknown to her, an old man sat down in his grave.
( Part I of Silo McRunt by the great Bill Moenkhaus, fellow Bent Eagle and friend of Hoagy Carmichael )
Saturday, 17 December 2011
Bill Moenkhaus
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