Well, that's not exactly what I said, but then Rapp's memory never was all that good. What I said was "If you're not, you probably should be..." meaning that he should be fined. Either the remark went entirely over his head, or he did not want to confront the long inventory of social offenses for which such a fine would be justified, as he ignored the remark, and continued to splash his arms and legs and wallow in the mudflats along the shoreline, asserting that he was a widdle-biddy fishy.

Little Hawk is a well known fantabulist who creates wild and fanciful tales about simians, hamsters, Canadian sots modeled on his mother, and dreams of unreal movie stars; so it is no surprise he has turned his fruitful but scurrilous imagination on my bold adventures south of the border, which he only wishes he could emulate. Unfortunately his hom is surrounded by snow and if he tried to flee south of the border he would be arrested by Homeland Security as a dubious type.


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