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The Elephant Salesman (Part IV)

The flight to the Congo was uneventful. Except for the shadow. Had Mr. Pickles known we were to have such an ominous visitor on board, he’d never have gotten on the plane.
Cherry

A Day at the Beach (IP)

Just a slight fix. And the cherry is much appreciated.

The Elephant Salesman (Part 3)

"I'm ready to take that letter now, Charles," said Mr. Pickles. He gripped the quill pen with his trunk, lifted it out of its stand and dipped its nib into the inkwell. Dearest Veronica,

The Elephant Salesman (Part 2)

“Mr. Pickles!” said Charles O’Day. “Take a letter!” Mr. Pickles grabbed the quill with his trunk and made several violent stabs at the ink well.

The Elephant Salesman

I oft times post in haste. Never seeing the errors of my ways. Then I write fifty times on a blackboard: Measure twice. Cut once. Wait. That's what carpenters do. Oh, well. It works just the same.

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