There is a troupe of majestic animal trainers.  They spend Thursdays and Mondays around campfires, and roast marshmallows until all hours of the night.

The little group plays harmonicas.  Wilma Dowelbo is their leader.  Yes. Wilma the Leader of the Majestic Animal Trainers.  She now plays the trumpet. But not by choice.

A government agency investigated the bodacious troupe.  Her harmonicas were viewed through a microscope… and confiscated.  The Agency… Agency 511….  were nothing more than dense authorities with unlikely, startling interpretations of most everything.  They wore gray suits.

As they carted her favorite harmonica collection out of sight… Wilma called after them…”Sirs.  You have foolish toes.  And certainly there is nothing more than bats in your belfry.”

Just then, in the long-away distance, a wise old man tackled the zookeeper.

And at that exact moment…. a very large butterfly landed in the wilting soybeans.  It wore three very tiny pairs of Chuck Taylor’s.  One pair black.  One white.  One red.

The funny thing is… they were all double-knotted.  All of them.

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And there you have it.

All of the events are factual and truly occurred…

But not until the day after tomorrow.

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“We’re being taken for a ride again.” – The Talking Heads, Stop Making Sense