You might think I am beginning to collect fifes, after looking at this photo. But you’d be wrong. See, the fifes… they are collecting me. Word has gone out. They see me coming. They whisper my name, some sweetly, some gruff. Makes no difference. Once they find me, it’s all over but the tune. Same goes for the turtles, but those are a topic for another day.
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