During the Christmas holidays we had several meals with the Amboy branch of the family. There were three of us on each side of the table, when Arthur noted:
"one, two, flee," pointing at each of us on the opposite side, and "one, two, flee," people on his near side of the table. Then he pronounced, "flee plus flee equals six!"
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Flee plus Flee also equals a dog in need of a flee collar.
Flee plus flee also is what the patriarch of the Z-clan must do if he ever puts peanut butter on one of Grandma's Lemon Meringue pies.
Or even looks like he MIGHT!
Or even THINKS about doing it!
Grumpy G.
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