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Being horse thieves and poachers, we always had plenty of horse manure and fish lying around the old homestead. You could only eat so much fish and we didn't eat horse flesh at all, so all the purloined steeds just hung around outside, eating and pooping. It got to be quite a health problem until, one day, old Grampa Ray got fed up and came up with an idea to regulate the problem.

"Let's gather all the horse droppings and all the extra fish together and just pile them up and see what happens," he suggested.

Well, we had just run out of Irish whiskey and hence were sober enough to comprehend that this just might solve the growing pollution problem, so we did what Grampa Ray suggested and ended up having a marvelous feast.

thanx,
bill