With noise peculiar to a crockery store falling off an Alp all that
expensive China & glasswear elapse to floor and mix itself into broken
hash like a battlefields after cannon shoots it. You could not tell
cups from plates in that crackery of crockery.
“O murder from ignorant Japanese!” holla Hon. Mrs Jas Jones & Company
making inrush to kitchen. “Alive sakes, you have dropped my entire
home!”
And yet I smiled.
“Why you laugh like hickory Indian when all I have is broke?” she otter.
“Mrs Madam,” I corrode brave like frozen Napoleon, “I acknowledge the
brokerage which I made amidst Hon. Dishes. Yet you needs not worry. I
have saved your Dishrag.”
Human nature are very doggish, Mr. Editor. Though I prove to that
Lady how heroic I was she kill all my answers with her replies while
Hon. Mr Jones toss me forth from that jobs. With rabid hat I bid
farewell without saying so. I are just another hero walking in homeless
direction because of shipwreck.
Hoping you are the same
Yours truly
HASHIMURA TOGO.