Laughter Is Just A Slowed Down Scream

The Distances Between The Stars Seem Brief By Contrast To The Distances Between Each Of Us And His Fellows.

But The Toaster Was Quite Satisfied With Itself, Thank You. Though It Knew From Magazines That There Were Toasters Who Could Toast Four Slices At A Time, It Didn't Think That The Master, Who Lived Alone And Seemed To Have Few Friends, Would Have Wanted A Toaster Of Such Institutional Proportions. With Toast, It's Quality That Matters, Not Quantity.

For A Lot Of People, Poetry Tends To Be Dull. It's Not Read Much. It Takes A Special Kind Of Training And A Lot Of Practice To Read Poetry With Pleasure. It's Like Learning To Like Asparagus.

So, Without Saying Anything To The Others, It Made Its Way To The Farthest Corner Of The Meadow And Began To Toast An Imaginary Muffin. That Was Always The Best Way To Unwind When Things Got To Be Too Much For It.

Laughter Is Just A Slowed Down Scream Of Terror.