Hmmm. My cell phone confirms that, but it was acting under its own power. Expect a UPS package on Tuesday.
I can take this only one additional step. Were I to serve as the person responsible during the lunch hour for the somewhat addled individual hanging around the raccoon's lair, would I be the raccoonnoonnookkookkeeper?
Can we go further anyone? Bueller? Bueller?
I heard you speaking nearby, but I guess you couldn’t hear me. Thank you very much! May we make a donation, perhaps to the fight against human trafficking, as a concrete sign of gratitude?
Bill will be thrilled. We will take his picture with it and send it to you. He just got his hair cut, so he should be immortalized with a Cool Guitar! (DP asks, do you have any left-handed versions? He’s not left-handed, but he plays guitar lefty because of a childhood injury to his right hand.)
If the raccoonnoonnookkeeper was a picky eater ... perhaps a Weight Watchers member ... there might be a need for a raccoonnoonnookcookbookkeeper.
Elen says, “Why does Bill get another electric guitar? I have good hair, too!”
Off to take Sally to a birthday party ... she has poison ivy, and if it were a costume party, she could go as a leper or a zombie ... and then DP and I are going out to dinner to celebrate our anniversary, which is Monday.
The meal will not feature raccoon.
If someone were to occasionally glance slyly through a hole in the fence at him, would he be the raccoonnoonnookkookkeeppeeper?
Of course!
That person's accountant.
The result is left to the reader as an exercise.
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