The night editor read the bulletin just off the teletype.
"Well, what do you know!" he said. "We just recognized
Mastodonia."
He looked at the copy chief.
"Where the hell is Mastodonia?" he asked.
The copy chief shrugged. "Don't ask me. You're the brains in this
joint."
"Well, let's get a map for the next edition," said the night
editor.