Sorry. Me. Another day.

The Story, of Sir Cletus

“Hello, you’ve reached Elkhart County. Hungry?”

My cellmate. An elephant trumpeted out.

“Hey, Andy. McNab! What are you in for?”

“Ticklin’ the Ivories, mate. Then, trading them.”

“Oh, a smartass. Pinochle.”

No felonies on me, Wisdom. Tree.