“Well, Let’s Hear It”
even the violinists- insisted that he call his attorney
- It wasn’t natural.
- as if he had touched a Leyden jar.
- over her tight white elastic panties
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“Well, let’s hear it,” I said before I thought things through. Yolanda the Yodeler commenced delivering the message at full volume, sending the poor fox scurrying under the bed.
The urgent message stated, “Isolde hasn’t seen Harry in three days, ever since the incident at the cotillion. Most of the orchestra side with Harry, and even the violinists insisted that he call his attorney. But Harry’s attorney vanished last winter during a blizzard of duct tape. Everyone agrees our enemies had something to do with that storm. It wasn’t natural. The Minister of Trapeze caught one of the flakes on his tongue and jumped as if he had touched a Leyden jar. Thus you must abandon your post in the Paradoxica Mountains and return to the capital to act as Harry’s lawyer.”
“Is that all?” I asked.
YoYo nodded. A sly smile made itself comfy on her face like a cat stretching out for a nap as she posed to call my attention to the non-regulation jeans she wore over her tight white elastic panties that I remembered from our time aboard the zeppelin (which were regulation in every way).
The fox poked its head out from under the bed and whimpered at me.
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