after the chinese emperor ritually drowned himself
the party broke up and we all went back to our caves
my faithful servant, bathsheba, was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a glass of ovaltine
i told her that the spanish ambassador had asked me to lend him fifty-five dollars and threatened to blow up the maine if i did not
she told me that she was afraid that her new boy friend would not approve of the book she was reading
i asked her if there was any mexican takeout left and she tearfully admitted she had given it to the wolf
i assured her that everything would work out in the end
later that night the martians landed and nothing was ever the same again
how trivial all our worries seemed after that!
