Yesterday, I heard a noise like a hundred cats being strangled in the back of a moving van that was driving down the highway constantly blowing the air horn. I dropped my plans to teach the duck how to garden, and ran inside the house. Mother said it was certainly not van-assisted cat genocide, but something even worse: a marching band. I thought about looking that phrase up on wikipedia, but mother had already turned off the power for the day, so I just sat in the dark and made pictures in my head.

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