The old man ate his sausages without saying a word. Through the kitchen window, he watched stones build themselves into a likeness of his son, hunched over a table, eating his sausages without saying a word. The stone son looked through his kitchen window, observed the stones building themselves into a likeness of his son, who stopped eating his sausages but never quite said anything important. He looked through his kitchen window…
Tippy, 68, of Washington, D.C., writes:
"“Links, with Stones,” more like “Stones, with Links.” My package arrived yesterday and I am thoroughly disappointed. Nothing but stones (in the likeness of someone else’s son) and one dried-up sausage. Although, I did reheat the sausage in a toaster oven and it was delightfully spicy. And the stones, well, the stones can easily be rearranged into a likeness of several dead celebrities. I prefer stone Marlon Brando. Wait a second, I think he just winked at me. Nevermind, “Links, with Stones.” You’re all right with me. I’m deleting this complaint."
where business happens.
Are you listening?
Good:
He could have been your father.
$5.00
