Now, by “unexpected fellow” you must realize that I mean unknown and untidy thus making him unwanted and unwelcomed. You can limn the middle aged constable to the king of beasts, but only if you’re familiar with dandy lions. He thrived under shelter; having once only strayed from his womblike town. The largest happening beneath his sworn duty was the evening O’Tullie drank seven too many and in his stooper of mind forced MacGregor’s sheep into an almost stampede through the more than empty road of this safe haven. The brave constable lost all nerve to punish young O’Tullie after witnessing the horrendous bum lashing given from granny Greene. This small town was gorgeous.
“Unique pipe” stated the stranger in an almost inquisitive fashion. “Not half so curious as that mark along your noggin, STRANGER.” retorted the constable in his barricade tone. Suddenly yet accidentally, “You can’t do that!” squeemed from the lips of the towns alfa-lion. “You expect me to allow such pipe weed to be wasted constable? Smear shame upon your nose for such thoughts” replied the smiling voice of the sojourner as he relit the deceased captain’s pipe.
The constable being embarrassed, and flustered blurted out “Leave now you...you unkept, grave robbing, vagabond. Have you no respect for the passed?” The constable’s sparkey temper put a rather pleasant twinkle in the stranger’s eyes. “Your beginnings do not end with you, Grandfather” spoke the life-liver as he kneeled before the dead; crossing himself most reverently.
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