Forgot My Parka and Fell in a Poodle – by Fred Leeds

Snoopy of Peanuts fame used to sit in front of a rickety old typewriter and begin his stories with the hackneyed words “It was a dark and stormy night.” I think I know how he must have felt; I have trouble coming up with new ideas myself these days. Nursing a fetish for originality is of course no wiser. As every punster knows, words are at bottom just a batch of funny noises. Nevertheless, i must make a pretense of stately oration in the public’s sacred name. I just can’t deliver a pronouncement right now because it’s been raining outside and my coat’s sopping mud-wet and dripping on the rug. I’m afraid the weather is in hands other than mine, and while I’m an author, I’m no author or master of the universe. Let me clean up the mud spot on the carpet and I’ll get back to you. (Curse you, Red Baron!)

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