On to France

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.

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