He would buy all of the sour-dough bread – of course, you know, you’re not supposed to feed the ducks sour-dough bread at all! It swells up in their stomach and then they all die. I do remember a man who would bring his son to the bakery every Wednesday and then go feed the ducks. They made sour-dough bread on Monday and threw it out Wednesday, or rather they…sold it at a discount for people wantin’ to feed the ducks and then, probably at the end of the day finally they threw it all out. Now this was on a Tuesday which was good because rye bread was always fresh on Tuesday. Now, I-I’m unsure if elephants enjoy rye bread but, I assure you that Orville does. I-I said to him “Orville, let me go get you some rye bread”. Now if I recall correctly there was a bakery nearby. They don’t have hands at all, do they? They’re…they’re all feet! I-I couldn’t imagine someone asking me to eat a sandwich with my feet! Of course, it was only then I realised I made sandwiches and, poor Orville was…having such difficulty eating it! Elephants have those clumsy hands, you know? Actually, I-I suppose that’s the problem. So just be quiet for one second of your life and eat your sandwich ok?”
you try to read into every little thing and find meaning in everything anyone says, you’ll just drive yourself crazy – had a friend do it once, wasn’t pretty, we talked about it for years and not only that but, you’ll likely end up believing something you shouldn’t believe and thinking something you shouldn’t think o-o-or assuming something you shouldn’t assume, you know? Sometimes” I said, “a story is…is just a story. And I said to him, I said “Orville I…I have a story” and he said to me “What’s the significance of the story?” and…I said to him, “O.Orville, not every story has to have significance, you know? Sometimes uh…y’know sometimes a story’s just a story. It reminds me of one supper day in the park, I was having just a delightful…picnic with my good friend Orville. We-well, from…for everyone else, life goes on. After all if…if it weren’t for me, it would’ve just been from someone else, you know? I guess what I’m tryin’ to say is life…life goes on. But uh, you know, I…I don’t feel too bad about it. My friend, you have met a terrible, terrible demise.
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