My neighbor fills his saltbox with meat. All kinds of meat, from beef to old beef to smirking beef from a smirking cow who probably got what was coming to it.

Not to get off on a tangent here, but what’s the deal with smirking cows? Why do they seem to think they’re so much better than us non-cows, and why do they need to rub our faces in their cowness 24 hours a day with their smirking? I try to ignore them and only hang out with unsmirking beef, but it still annoys me.

Anyway, back to my neighbor’s saltbox. So, yeah, it’s full of meat. I once suggested adding in some ammonia for variety, but he took the moral high ground and explained that ammonia and saltboxes should never mix. He was quite adamant about it, so I just dug a tunnel back to my house so he didn’t see me leave through his front door.

I’ve considered filling that interhouse tunnel with ammonia, but old Stumpy says that I shouldn’t. Stumpy seems to think that handling ammonia will give me diabetes, or maybe cancer. He’s not sure which. I just laughed at Stumpy and sealed off the tunnel.

You might ask what I sealed the tunnel with. I’ll never say.

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