Countdown to Eel Feed
Desperate
to prove that he could handle the job, Winston entered the aquarial chamber
alone.
“These eels
need dessert,” he decided, smiling as he recalled the age-old mnemonic device
for distinguishing the spelling of “dessert” from “desert.”
“Mmm,
strawberry shortcake sounds good,” one of the eels remarked, propping its
little head up on the side of the tank.
“I was
thinking of something more along the lines of graham crackers and peanut
butter,” Winston replied. His hands
worked quickly; Mr. Erection might show up at any moment.
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