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RodRugg said:When my uncle Stanley lost his job, he ate rice by the gallon. Sometimes he shaped the rice into food he loved but couldn't buy. He could shape it into chicken legs or hams or covered wagons. He eventually got scurvy and threatened the neighbor with a hatchet. His doctor said he needed other stuff besides rice. Now he HATES rice and refuses to acknowledge its existence. He calls it "field corn" and spits real hard when he pronounces the "f."
Covered wagons...