My name is Fat Stanley and I have a leaf problem.
See, there's this loquat tree in my backyard.
Every night while my people are sleeping, I go to the tree and get the big leaves that fall down underneath and bring them to the same spot in the dining room. Sometimes I just get one or two....
Some nights I get seven or eight.
You see, these leaves are so much easier to catch than pesky mice or lizards, and my people seem to appreciate them because they pick them up and save them in a big round bin. Every night I bring them more.
And then I go to sleep.
On this date: In 1965, Malcolm X was assassinated.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
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