Ladies and gentlemen, skinny and stout, I’ll tell you a tale I know nothing about; the admission is free, so pay at the door, now pull up a seat and sit on the floor. One fine day in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight; back to back they faced each other, drew their swords and shot each other. A blind man came to watch fair play, a mute man came to shout “hooray! A deaf policeman heard these noises and came and killed those two dead boys. He lived on the corner in the middle of the block, in a two story house on a vacant lot; a man with no legs came walking by, and kicked the lawman in his thigh. He crashed through a wall without making a sound, into a dry creek and suddenly drowned; the long black hearse came to cart him away, but he ran for his life and is still gone today. I watched from the corner of the big round table, the only eyewitness to facts of my fable; but if you doubt my lies are true, just ask the blind man, she saw it too.
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