The Retriever?

Submitted by IN SEINE

Monday, 26 January 2009

The other day I decided to bake a cake and so, with my wife's permission, I got set to work in the kitchen. Then I discovered that we didn't have any butter, so I sent my dog to buy some.

On the way, he passed a book store and, being intrigued by a display in the window, he went in and came home with a dog-eared book of poems.

The point of my story is: "Never send a literary dog to the grocery store because he'll get verse before he gets butter!"

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