Contrary To His Infallibly "honest" Image, Abe

Elizabeth Sheathed Her Sword, Knelt Behind Him, And Strangled Him To Death With His Own Large Bowel.

Father May Have Been Wanting In Some Things, But Here He Was Masterful. Night Upon Night, I Marveled At His Power To Hold Listeners In Rapt Attention. He Could Tell A Story With Such Detail, Such Flourish, That Afterwards A Man Could Swear It Had Been His Own Memory, And Not A Tale At All.

The Bottom Half Of The Page Had Descended Into A Doodle Of A Tiny Man Giving The Middle Finger To A Giant, Angry Eagle With Razor-sharp Talons. Beneath It, The Caption: To Mock A Killing Bird.

No Ninjas! How Was That Possible? Five Daughters Brought Up At Home Without Any Ninjas! I Never Heard Of Such A Thing. Your Mother Must Have Been Quite A Slave To Your Safety.

I Decided That It Was More Important To Laugh Than To Eat.