If you ask me, which nobody did, but I'm going to tell you anyway. That is, hrumph, till strange goings on started happening in the forest. Allow me to introduce myself.
Clarence is the name.
I know, you don t have to say it. Clarence is rather a stuffy name for a colt playing and splashing in the diamond sprayed creek bottoms and chasing crickets in the meadow with his pet Bobby. Everybody will make fun of him with that sissy name for a kid with knickers ruffled below the knees, he had argued, as he tousled my mane. Clarence is the name for someone that wears a lace shirt and fancy French cravat. Clarence is a boring name.