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The Red Well-Read Reader
Story 95
As the Lion Leapt
Through the fields the safari swept
Until we came upon a lion that slept.
Silently we crept
But the beast awoke -
Our passage, it wouldn’t accept.
We were terribly inept
And instantly wept;
That is, all except
Our guide who kept
A lariat,
With which to make an adept
Intercept
Of the lion as it leapt.
Story 96
A Financial Mess
"Yes, Ma’am," I confess, "Bess and I gambled playing
chess. It was fun, more or less.
"We were playing like money was hot off the press ! Though truly, it was
utterly for•tune•less. Bess, she was mer•ci•less. She left me not only pen•ni•less,
but clothes•less, for she took all my money and my brand-new dress."
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