
Long, long ago, I lived at a feed store with a bunch of other fuzzy baby geese. The clerks there liked me the best because I was so friendly and I guess that’s why the Farm Manager picked me out. When she finished the rest of her shopping, she was surprised to find that the clerks had me out of the “going home” box, prancing around on the counter. They told her my name was Norman and they were all pleased that I was going to live at such a highfalutin establishment. They put Cubicle into the box with me, and anyway that’s how we ended up at Stacy’s Funny Farm. Read the rest of this entry