SM>> There's nothing so forlorn-looking as a moose scratching his back
 SM>> on one of those leafless iron trees with the funny light on top,
 SM>> unless it's watching one try to break through the black crust
 SM>> that covers the swamp.

 PH> And we all know that moose, struggling with their sense of civic duty,
 PH> want to bury as many things in the swamp as possible. Especially here
 PH> in the Nation's Capital.

It's my good fortune that my ancestors and I have sallied forth to bring
Good Moosmanship to our (very) Southern neghbours; especially since that
which is said in this nation's capital gets twisted to suit the current
needs in Atlanta.  Our capital is small and the legislature sits for 40
days from 1 January; a contingent of meese with shovel-like antlers would
be a sight to behold, and while the solons are beholding us all, we can set
about digging a moat around the Building With The Gold Dome.  A little
practice in some of the capital cities in the Excited States and we'll soon
be ready to moat-ise Congress, then Parliament, and enjoy a celebratory
feast of Northern watercress and southern turnip greens.

What, I ask, could be better?





--- McGuffey's Reader                                 GoldED+/W32