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By Jack Joseph Smith
Here we are again, she thought.
"Thank you! I feel great! Just splendid, and all
wisked away!"
"Are you enjoying the grounds a little more this
trip?"
"I'm not on a trip, but this place does help my
sense of humor, so I suppose it's good for me."
"You always seem to want to weaken me to explan-
ation Jaugeline."
"Oh, it's not fair to decide that about me! Why
don't we walk around, and chat about what we see?"
"Better yet, won't you join me for tea across
the bridge?"
As she walked with him, she felt as though she
were moving through a film of vanity. It was as
if everyone had their certain chair; or bench to
just right cross their legs sideways upon. Now it
would be tea; and $1.25 literature. Actually she
thought the books were pretty, but out of place.
Sitting, sipping the light brewed green tea;
she saw through the quaint window pane; the
figure of Animal. He had walked down from Will
Roger's playing comic cowboy and muffled monk in
his enjoyable mind.
He took a turn around the place seemingly re-
spectful of the air; with not so much as a snicker