A Beauty and His Beasts

ONCE upon a time there was a traveling drunk who liked to collect animals.

In his damper moments this particular drunk would get tearful about stray dogs or cats, maladjusted rabbits or anti-social love birds. He would decide, usually after midnight, upon a new deal for some mangy hound that was doing quite nicely eating out of garbage pails and sleeping under stoops.

There was, for example, the matter of the sheep, bought and paid for and snuck into an unappreciative hostelry. There was the determined zeal to free an unprepossessing pup from a Buffalo pet-shop window on a... Login to read more
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