25 may 06

Greetings,

My assistant, Mr. V.P. Pacemaker, in the land of dreams and nightmares has informed me that my trusty little penknife may be Exhibit A in the forthcoming circus of my aide-de-camp. This is a cause for worry and concern.

My little penknife is a handy-dandy gadget and very useful. Especially around the House when I need to really fix something or have an axe to grind. I will fight to my death to retain control and ownership of my little penknife.

My little penknife if questioned, will reveal that, "Yes, I was removed from his portly pocket on or about the beginning of June, 2003."

"At that time did you have any knowledge of, or inclination to blade a section of the daily rag containing information about a receipe for Yellow Cake?"

"No, I didn't. I've sliced sausages in Big Sky Country, fileted salmon near a roaring fire and diced apples but I've never met Yellow Cake."

"Do you like Yellow Cake?"

"It's ok with vanilla swirl."

"I see. No further questions at this time your honor."

"You may fold now. What's for dessert?"

Peace.