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
