My front window is broken. A ferret gets in.
A Ferret Gets In
A Ferret Gets In
My front window is broken. A ferret gets in.
Talking gets pretty difficult because neither of us has a mouth.
I am instructed to go undercover at Fort Goof in Toronto. Things get a little awkward when my identity is discovered. Stockholm Syndrome kicks in, and I move in permanently.
Donald Trump rents a room for his mistress on the second floor of a noisy and cluttered family home. Her ceiling is only 5 feet high, so Donald hunches over and talks to her awkwardly from the doorway.
The Rabbi is on the top floor, in the slope-ceilinged room under the roof. He is sitting on his cot. After a few moments, I say "I'm on medication. This isn't supposed to happen any more". The Rabbi looks at me for a moment. Then he unwraps a sandwich and starts to eat it.