Faded Houses Green

Gnarled chunks of bewildered spoons ran through the grimy curtain of only six more years to go until one or the other event must happen.

Happens to be only yellow flakes of dawn come three days too soon to do any good for the fourth-graders gathered forth on Clover Point–all four points of Clover Point–with dirty dog Rover not being dead at all and proving once and for all that the classical dream of simple position and canine tanglement in mysteries no longer mysterious repudiate what Alfreds Nobel and Hitchcock had to say about it. Klondike kites had kittens with bitten remittances for the labor and materials to build a box, a box that Dr. Suess could gush over for three-and-a-half books. Spoons shimmered in the frozen night of gutted sausage, even though the hoagie buns took the ketchup quite nicely.

Mrs. Suess sued the soused fourth-graders for spoiling her dirty dog Rover. Send Thing 3 right over!