this morning my dog came walking up to me cronching on a peanut,
still in the shell, and I was like, Captain Ahab! where did you git
that peanut. And I took it away because I don't know if he's allergic
or not.
And then later I was a-sittin in the backyard and this little
tippy-toe tap-dancing squirrel came a-skitterin across the lawn with
its cheeks just bulging with peanuts, and I was like, Ho, Satan! Be
ye the scurvey dog what gave Captain Ahab that peanut? Answer me!
Squirrel Satan didn't answer but ran away up the fence and into the
neighbor's yard, presumably to give *their* dog a peanut.
I have no idea what weird kind of peanut economy the squirrels and
dogs are building around here. But I'm on to them.
