Bob Dvorak writes my type of tales. He is a new and active presence on PUNY. This is his latest.
… So a police detective is staking out a house where a drug deal is reportedly going down. Sitting high in the elm tree across the street, he dozed off and fell…
‘Twas the Narc de Tree – oomph.
Said he, “Eiffel. I must be a Louvre, sir.”
Eventually he went in Seine.