Gerard was out picking weeds. I, Augustine, was inside.
"What do we have for dinner?" I called.
Only the loud rustling of grass, leaves and the sort could be heard. No response.
I tried again. "What do we have for dinner?"
Again, no response.
Now, rather than calling a third time, I walked to the door and knocked - loudly. He turned.
"Oh. Were you calling me? I thought I heard a fly."
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Short Comedic Tales of Living
HumorA book full of short events based on real stories. by short, I MEAN short. *Note: My name, usernames and such are all replaced by random ones I just thought of
