Verily and forsooth, replied Goodgulf darkly. In the past
year strange and fearful wonders I have seen. Fields sown with barley
reap crabgrass and fungus, and even small gardens reject their
artichoke hearts. There has been a hot day in December and a blue
moon. Calendars are made with a month of Sundays and a blue-ribbon
Holstein bore alive two insurance salesmen. The earth splits and the
entrails of a goat were found tied in square knots. The face of the
sun blackens and the skies have rained down soggy potato chips.
But what do all these things mean? gasped Frito.
Beats me, said Goodgulf with a shrug, but I thought it made
good copy.
-- Harvard Lampoon, Bored of the Rings
