Too Humorous, Two

The first of the two stories is a rhyme.

Old Woman

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Mother Duck could not have concocted a rhyme so clever as this. It might not be golden, but it sure should be a bronze level winner in a world of flesh and death peddler. A woman with so much stuff, she's reached the Crème de la crème status in all thing's material. That's even better than a gold star. Best part was she didn't even work for it. Here's her story.

Story number two.

Bull Down

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"Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb, have more fun," said George Theil to no one, as he waited for his most challenging client, Mrs. Tillman and her urn.

It's an October day and one in which the Tillmans seemed have suffered a financial set back. In the middle of discussing their dilema Dr. Theil gets "the call" no one wants from their broker.

"Roger?"

Yes, sir that same Roger, your broker" was the response from the secretary.

The news is bad. In response Thiel says. "Mrs. Egstrom, would you please hold all my calls. I am in conference with Mrs. Tillman," and released the button with a smile of orthodontic perfection.