
Jumbo hated getting stuck in line behind Follie. That elephant really had to do something about what he was eating because he had perpetual gas. These were not little poots either, they were toxic clouds, and Jumbo wondered why the leaves didn’t fall off the trees as Follie passed. All he could do was raise his trunk out of the cloud and hope for the best.
When someone in line lets out a pew
There is little that any of us can do
We can grin and bear it
Or make a fuss
But to do the latter makes all about us
So for the time being cross you fingers
Or tusks
And hope that the queue moves quickly
Or just change lines if you must
Padre
Reminded me of when I was tramping once and the guy walking in front of me was letting out lots of gas all the time and I was continually walking into it…
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