pining

“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.”

—–

Grassy Noll wondered what that was a euphemism for, but Bill meant it literally.

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