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Little Bobby is the neighborhood butcher.
Yes, Butcher I said.
Bobby sure is little.
Customers usually think no one is working,
because they can’t see him over the counter.
Make sure you ask what’s fresh today.
He makes the sausage and the cold cuts by hand.
The police have been looking for the weapons in
several unsolved cases. The only bit they have to go on
is that it was blunt force trauma. My guess would be
that one, Mrs. Gretta Lawkner of 2241 Sycamore has
eaten the weapon months ago, possibly
with some some marble rye.