The little woman thinks I acted unethically yesterday. What I did, when I made a quick visit to my shrink before Jonka and I left town for vacation, was this: during that visit, I told my doctor that I gave to his receptionist the name of a crazy guy (my neighbor, Emory) whom he could call in case of an emergency or in case he needed someone to fill a time slot.
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Good neighbors make poor fences or something like that. Do you have anything you want to fence? Or just trade?
Yeah, I'd like to fence Emory, because I think I've been losing too many beets and squash stalks to something other than gophers and rabbits.
I'll trade you okra, peppers, and tomatoes for beets and squash. But maybe you need to beet the little woman and squash any of those ideas she comes up with
But, Anonymous, she'd then boil over, peel away my obstinacy, and fry my onion while sprinkling her anger with laughter.
Do you have time to be the writer here while we're on vacation?
I think you boys ought to get out of the dirt. No one gets away with "beeting" and "squashing" the little woman's ideas. Jonka is losing patience with Old Gargoyle. He might find himself once again packing his own lunches!
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