Oh well, well, well, well. No, did you ever hear the story of John Billy Down? First man to fly in the olive air. What's that you say? Nothing you don't want, son. Someone's ain't nothing, another's too much. Now, Danny let me tell you, was a boy with a head? Where most lessons are going to turn up instead. I know the wonders that head out in it. He can tell you how many seconds the one a minute. He can tell you the past and the future lay bare. I am getting a cure for superfluous hair. A man or a boy for fictional perks. He had signs and chalves and cures for all sorts. I do. Sometimes solvers cures got a bit mixed. Like the time the cule his boys wanted the rip of fixed. Danny was in bed, no he wasn't well. No he couldn't calm down but he tell them how. Heys are well up and get underneath. See there was nothing stuck in that teeth. Rubber with oil and give our hot drinks. Tighten their nuts and straighten their cakes. And then tumble all over. And that ought to do. In a day or two she was as good as new. Each set in the sun and blinked like a cat. With all sorts of queer things run under his hat. His little craft at Baldun grow fine crops of weeds. But then invent this just plan. No they're not used for deeds. And blessed me life, why should a man work when he's got a wife? Oh Danny had a wife and a good one too. That poor cell let enough to do. She had to live with all his wonders and risk being killed by his wonders. And it was her that pulled him out of the well when he tried to make a dive in Bell. The whole house was littered with broken springs, screws, all sorts of things. He'd be halfway as armed with perpetual motion. When be halogen he'd open takes on notion and after fix up a broken gate. There was plenty of welcome fix in our lives as dead. But at last the man got really queer. He sat for days and did nothing but stare. Then says he'd the wife, I'm gonna fly this whole world out. I've just got to try. And a year's to come, one's will tell the story. A man named will be covered in honor and glory. And he sets to a light mad and colors the hands, the ducks and the geese. And cool as your players plokes the move all their big feathers. And blast me life, what happened? And duck, duck, duck, duck, duck. But I think like a mile look at here the squawking. And Jenny the wife there's rampant her foot and allow her to talk to the straggie people. Get out the big glue, pop me gel, says he. And two big dollons and then we'll see. Now give us a hat to stick these feathers, pie jings. These wings should stand all wavres. And Jenny did just as she was told. She never do not know spore cell. At last for the dull and tight to each arm. He got up on the bar, aware of the hand and I won't be long. He wasn't going for it. And neither he didn't for he landed fair and square in the midden. And that's the end of the sad story. Oh, he was covered alright. But it wasn't included. Now I couldn't come up the canyac with the tea browned. I know I've been to myself but I'm not on the same class as Jenny. Anyway, this is a bit an extract from the well whatever. It's an extract. It's tea. Well, then I was going to school at the church to clookish myself that was using the birch very little or a leather strap. But mostly he was giving her a wrap on the head with his knuckles and a little hump. Oh, granome man was a jammied young. Tachin, what was the recutin taste bless me y'all? And powerful depression a chapel. But Tachin, navigation, men's a ration, Tragan, nomad, juck, Tachin, like a bird. But you caught another standard word. Well, what would you expect like a man that way that now it was a week ago say? No, no, tail, and he was to his trade. And many's a pair of fine breaches. He's made in Yandes School, caught out there on the desk of forum and so and so and so and. Come say, come say, oh little sinners we were to be sure and take your dynasty and shout that hearty at twelve o'clock. A final cock, a final cock. I didn't learn much, but there's plenty of dead. There was one little chap there with a big round head. You never seen a round by chain. That boy was learnin' everything. And the more he learned, the bigger it got. And the rounder, look at that boy old lookish was sayin' fit north to make your tail in that head he'd say. It's like a bottomless pit. There's nothing that doesn't go into it. Nothing says lookish. And right no doubt it all went in. Put it in the upper come out. Never. So couldn't be no lastage on the chopper tall. It's still, it was in the big round head. My God boys, as grand a have a head that'll grow and expand and never leak a drop. Try the mother. But of course he died. Yes, they died. You see, the workin' and the foos of all that was in him, just like a biler was no safety valve, no grays for the ailer, no, no, nothing. Oh yes, he died. That's enough. Thank you.