Show FIGS AND THISTLES arf this morning I 1 arose full of zip and picked up a newspaper while waiting for breakfast it was a fatal move in fifteen minutes my joy was blasted by eight hunks of black information there were three murders in that paper a page of accidents two forecasts of hard times which in my case have fully arrived a yelp over the increase of cancer and the regular seasonal tidings of big crops to squash markets the confidence oozed out of me like the wind out of a punctured tire I 1 began to brood over my debts and how far behind I 1 was with my I 1 ordered the canary to shut his trap and snarled at the dog when he bounded in among my legs skillfully tripping me into the divan it took six large pancakes with maple syrup and a pair of pork sausages to restore my faith in human affairs farm life |