Call the police! I was just attacked by a garbage can. I was sitting on the arm of Mommy's chair
and decided to jump down. Her wastebasket fell on top of me. There were wadded up balls of paper that fell all over, sticky candy wrappers that clung to my fur, orange peels and pencil shavings. I got all dusty and dirty and Mommy had to rinse me off. All because of that evil garbage can.
Call me a lawyer. I may sue.
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Oh, how traumatic!
Yes, I agwee, twaumatic in the extreme. I would certinly take legel advice.
Well, now, Miss Muffin. I am glad I was passing by and heard the ruckus. I'm not exactly an attorney, but perhaps I could be of service to you in this matter? I am very passionate about whatever I take up.
I have been a journalist, owned a bedmaking school, taught housekeeping, and run a plumbing business with two employees. I was very nearly a surgeon but Cameron bit Samaritan's ear and Percy crashed the car, so that was a very short-lived career. But I'm sure opening a lawyer business would not be too hard for me.
Please give me a call if you would like my help.
Very sincerely,
Mr. Buddy
Hmmm...what is the moral of this story, look before you leap?
ack! i think you should get a lawyer. that evil can was removed from your residence right??
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