There used to be a picket fence
with space to gaze from hence to thence.
An architect who saw this sight
approached it suddenly one night,
removed the spaces from the fence,
and built of them a residence.
The picket fence stood there dumbfounded
with pickets wholly unsurrounded,
a view so naked and obscene,
the Senate had to intervene.
The architect, however, flew
to Afri- or Americoo.
Gromit suspects Chuck of being the architect and having put the space under his trap. Where does the space go when the unfortunate prey nudges the stick?
blessedmom wrote:
Next thing you know he'll be in cahoots with Gromit!
I categorically denie ever having been in Cahoots, or even knowing where it is or how to get there. I am in Cognito, and staying there, thank you very much. If I knew where Cahoots was, I wouldn't go there, especially not with Chuck, because last time he didn't pay the bar bill he said he would pay, and after his attempt to Feng Shui the town through a harmonious pattern of craters, traps and spaces, they put a prize on
both our heads! Is that justice, I ask you? No, don't say anything. That was a rhetorical question, so I'll tell you, it's not. Meaning justice, not question, never mind rhetoric. I'm just lucky the people there don't know where Cognito is. In Cahoots, that is. The people, I mean.
Oh, and happy birthday, Merle.