It's been pie cracked back up.

Joe, said old Jarvis, looking out of his window, it was his ground floor back.

Joe, you've seen to be very hot Joe, and you have got no wig.

Yes Sir.

Covet Joseph, pausing and resting upon his spade.

It's as hot a day as ever I see.

But the celery must be cut in or they'll be no art and crap.

Well, but Joe, the sun's so hot, and it shines so on your ball-head, it makes one wink

to look at it.

You'll have a coup de soleil, Joe.

What, sir?

No matter.

It's very hot working, and if you're step indoors, I'll give you, thank you, Your Honor.

A drop of beer will be very acceptable.

Joe's countenance brightened amazingly.

Joe, I'll give you, my old wig.

When the weather's hot, nothing cools you down like a used wig.

Just feel those fibers nestled against your sweaty skin.

Hmm, what's that texture?

Why, it's a combination of goat horse and human hair.

That itch means it's working.

Those were the opening paragraphs of Jerry Jarvis' wig by Richard Barham, aka Thomas

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