Once there was a farmer, who lived with his wife. – No, wait, he was a miller. Let me begin again.
So anyway, there was this miller – guy worked in a mill, or
owned a mill – and he was married to this woman – Mrs. Miller, you might say --
and they lived together.
-- A mill? It’s like, where they like, mill
things. OK? Used to, anyway. Back in the old
days. What part of “Once upon a
time” do you not understand? (Actually, that phrase makes no sense
at all, come to think of it.)
Anyhow.
Back to the farmer. – The miller, whatever.
[The rest of the manuscript is lost.]
No comments:
Post a Comment