A Boy (A Bit of a Turkey. . .)

There once was a boy (a bit of a turkey, I must say) whose father eked out a subsistance by rendering musical selections on a small fipple flute, who purloined a piece of pastry (shaped into the similitude of a swine, with the belly full of currants, and two more currants for the eyes), and, endeavoring to escape the clutches of the advancing authority figures, hasted to vacate the vicinity. Based on the faulty assumption that a lack of evidence would point the arrow of suspicion elsewhere, he voraciously devoured the plunder. His hopes were dashed, however, when the seller of the pastry products overtook him in his flight and, assaying to instill a greater respect for authority, thrashed him vigorously. As a result, the boy, while ejaculating inarticulate utterances of distress, pain, and rage, rapidly ambulated along one of the thoroughfares leading thence.

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