Rick Ames was sure now. Granted, he'd been wrong before, but that was the ancient past. It was a dead issue, which only the most insensitive of people would bring up. Rick did know many insensitive people, and of these, there was naturally one who was the most insensitive (as the set of insensitive people known to Rick was finite) and that person simply loved to torment Rick by digging skeletons out of the Ames Family closet. ``Okey! Okay!'' poor Rick would finally shout. ``I was wrong! I was! I admit it!'' And one of Rick's more sensitive friends would then add, ``And you know, there's no use crying over spilt milk.''
But that was long past. Now, thought Rick, he was sure; of that there could be no doubt. Rick glanced at his watch. The time was now. No turning back. Glancing only to his left and right, Rick paced determinedly into his home.
``Yes.'' Rick said to his family seated before the TV (the TV was last to be seated yet again, earning a sour look from Rick). ``It is time to rearrange things. I have a list, a plan, a blueprint, a table, and a title. I have duties, I have examples, I have designs on the way. I have the time, I have the inclination, I have the determination necessary.''
``Come off of it, Dad,'' said young Scott. ``You are as convincing as a phony three-dollar-bill. I know that there are no three-dollar-bills, so I know that any such bill is phony.''
Now Rick's wife Janet, for all her faults, was a logician and she had a delicate emotional balance. ``Scott you young snoot: If what you say is true -- that there are no three-dollar-bills -- then how can an existing three-dollar-bill be both phony and existing at the same time?''
``Aw, Mom, you know he meant a `bill for three dollars,' such as one ate for free -- I mean three,'' said Don Ames, the elder son.
``That's right,'' said Rick, ``but let's not talk money; it makes me nervous. We don't have any money, you know -- the bank has gone away. So... let's get to work.''
``How? By car?''
``Shut up, Scott.'' Rick hastily outlined the revitalization plans for the Ames family living space, glancing several times at the wall clock. ``I want things organized categorically as of now. First: all clocks, watches, and other exotic timepieces into the kitchen, section 1. In section 2, put all carpets: shag, wall-to-wall, rugs, mats, etc. In section 3: miscellaneous pieces of wood and metal -- money, woodcips, dental fillings, and armor. Now section 4 is most conveniently located. In it, place all you will need in the next hours to come. Section 5 is devoted to weighty products. Let's GO!''
It worked out. Organizing the rest of this story was left to Rick as well.
Thank you. Rather than write new stuff I don't know, we'll stuff things into different pots. A flower grows better after you transplant it. A dog does his best in a second home. There are more examples which will be better after it.
Don true free for finite twigs several weighty time then. Your bank knows we don't have a way to get money -- it's gone. If `is an' be aw, he 'as it! Then they got their second wind, an' things took on some kind of shape