When we left off yesterday, Brother Oliver was trying to convince Brother Henry to let him join him in the basket. Well… you can guess what happened next.
As The Brothers sat wedged next to one another in the basket, Brother Henry looked visibly agitated. In as calm a voice as he could manage, Brother Henry said, “Brother Oliver, don’t you feel a little… I don’t know… cramped?”
Brother Oliver said, “No. I don’t feel cramped at all. This basket is the best, don’t you think?”
Still trying to remain calm and collected, Brother Henry said, “Seriously, Brother Oliver? You don’t feel like you are squashed up against the side of this basket? You don’t feel like you are squashed up against the side of me?” Brother Oliver said, “Oh, no! Not at all! Look I even have plenty of room to stretch out! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Feels so good!”
At this point, I decided to go get a snack. As I left the room, Brother Oliver was still “oohing” and “ahhhhing” as if he was the most comfortable he had ever been. All I heard from Brother Henry was a deep sigh, and it wasn’t a sigh of contentment.
So Sayeth Otis