She would not accept payment except for the promise of a future favor. How fortunate for me.
From the Little Shepardess
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Emerson looked up from his early morning crossword and inhaled
deeply three or four times. He glanced around the Gangplank, empty at this hour
but for he and Bert. Emerson sniffed the coffee, shrugged, then took a sip.
After a few minutes of puzzling and fidgeting Emerson,
however, raised both arms and gave a series of quick, discreet, side to side
sniffs before trying to focus once more on his puzzle but it was to no avail. “Bert,
you are old, right?”
“S’all relative I guess,” replied Bert good naturedly.
“Do you wear cologne or anything,” asked Emerson.
“Naw,” replied Bert. “Who bothers with such fancy vanities?”
Ha! yer took it an promised a favour! Green as a cabbage, some folks!
Tobias! Why is there a sheep in the bakery?
Tobias?
Hey, where did he go?
WHY is there a SHEEP in MY BAKERY?
I like Tobias, he smells good…