Why, I’m happy as a
bug on the bow of a boat. Have you ever
watched a grasshopper on the bow of a boat, when that ol’ steamer is churning along
at a good clip, the hull is pounding the cobalt blue water into a fine spray,
and the shore is sailing by? And that ol’ grasshopper is clinging to the
railing for dear life, his little antennae are trailing in the wind, his molars
are all catchin’ sunlight, his eyes are glazed over and glistening in grateful satisfaction
and the tobacco juice is streaming from the corners of his mouth and collecting
in his whiskers and his ears? Now that’s
happy! SC
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