December 26, 2010

It had been a busy holiday, exhausting really, but nevertheless, the tame giraffe polished with vigor while humming a tune his chloroform kit. Oh, hadn’t it made for a most splendidly marvelous day. What a pleasure it had been for the tame giraffe to make use of his taxidermy skills on such a number and variety of carolers. There was no denying it. The tame giraffe radiated a giddy joy.

“And now,” he sang, “I’m going to get blind drunk. I deserve it, tra la la.”

And he did get blind drunk, and I suppose he deserved it after some twenty hours of non-stop taxidermy.

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