The snake didn't fight the current, it raced with it, trying to find the angle that would bring it safely under the eroded bank or into the tangled bracken. in that case, to leave the office light on and not turn it out until he came back from the cider house. Even crusty Raymond Kendall approved. He was afraid of the bamboo—he'd heard stories of fliers being impaled by it—but he missed the bamboo and landed in a teak tree, a branch of which separated his shoulder.
The letter was friendly and familiar; Larch's correspondent appeared to be an old colleague if not an old friend. It is a classic 'organ limerick,' so called because there is a special category of limericks devoted to the peculiarities of the male and female organs. 'Cut the headlights, too,' Wally said. Sometimes, when we are labeled, when we are branded, our brand becomes our calling; Wilbur Larch felt himself called.
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