Reference will be clear---You know who you are.
Dorothy got a job at New York State, back when employment there was a hotbed of pages of gossip and suggestive and just plain foolish messaging, of course all printed out on company time. One day Dorothy came home and attempted to relate to us, Mom and me, one of the more benign communications, but she kept breaking up into uncontrollable laughter, barely able to get the story out. Afterwards, Ma told me she didn't see why Dorothy found this tale so hilarious. Of course it's an old story now, but you can judge for yourself. Here it is:
Once upon a time Turtle and Rabbit were close friends, having grown up together and experiencing a lot of youthful adventures. But, as time often dictates, circumstances change and they grew apart. As it happened, Rabbit developed a successful landscaping business, but Turtle became very wealthy through his business and lived in a beautiful mansion on a hill. One day, Rabbit had to make a delivery to a residence and he found out it was the home of his old friend, Turtle. So Rabbit, interested in seeing his old friend Turtle, decided to meet up with him. He went to the elegant residence, and knocked on the door, expecting, no doubt, that Turtle would appear. But instead, a butler answered the door, and when Rabbit asked for Turtle, the butler haughtily (as butlers are prone to do) replied that Rabbit would be unable to meet with Turtle, announcing that "Mr. TurTELL is down by the well." Rabbit, no doubt feeling dissed, responded, "When Mr. Turtell returns from the well, tell him Mr. RaBITT was here with the shit."
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