So she took her skirt down to the dry cleaner's
and I went out to buy a new bag of marshmallows.

It was a stifling hot night.

Some guy wearing a lone ranger mask was
frying an egg on his bald head in the middle of
this heat wave.

A lone ranger but no horse.

What had become of the horse?

Mr. Mush was last seen on a horse.

The horse was the answer to everything,
I thought as I observed the huge piles of
manure going down the street.

I followed them to a Chinese restaurant.

No horse but California Gov. Arnold
Schwarzeneggar was inside the restaurant.

To be continued.

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