“My blues cousin Opp is missing, Bill. I, of course, blame the reds and yellows.”
“Tell me about it,” affirms Wheeler who is now Bill — The Bill. “I’ve been shooting reds and yellows all day.”
“Good.”
“I’m bushed.”
“I bet.”
“But if you’ll excuse me, I must now get back to sewing the elephant.”
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Grassy Noll wondered what that was a euphemism for, but Bill meant it literally.
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