“What food is this which smell so disobediently fragrant?” she ask out.
“Tometoes soup six inches thick & full of fatty nourishment,” I rake
off.
“I refuse to eat such!” she yellup--and before I could took it away she
had assimilated it entirely with spoon.
Next dish were turkey hash escorted by fried potatus, cinnamoney rolls,
jelly & baked bean.
“I shall scold you!” she commence, but could not do so because she was
too busy forking that food with considerable smacks.
And so onward through complete programme of vegetables until she reach
apple dumpling & 2 cups chocolate.
She sigh.
Pretty soonly I observe her in parlour-room laying on sofa, eating
candy-box and reading Mrs Humpley Ward book for sentimental joys.
Sleep arrived nextly, and I felt quite patriotic to think how peaceful
she was for 2 complete hours.
At hour of 4:27 p. m. she came to kitchen with new expression of
brightly smiling.
“Togo,” she report, “you have saved my life by your disobedience. How
dare you?”
“A Samurai ain’t afraid of nothing, not even Fat,” I snuggest.
“You have went strickly against my orders,” she guggle. “It were a
delicious meal. Yet I must punish you for your impertinence. How much
wages I owe you?”
“$5,” I acknowledge.
“Here are $15,” she explode. “$5 for your disobedience & $10 for your
talents. Henceforward you are fired.”
“I was never more affectionately discharged in all my experience,” I
absolve while putting on hat & coat. “While I am vacant from this job
would you please hire my Cousin Nogi, who is also intelligent?”
“If he are a good cook, send him around,” she greet while I depart
feeling like my brain was on backwards.
Hoping you are the same
Yours truly
_Hashimura Togo_.