The Delicatessen Displacements
Mortimer, butcher of the world, went
home to his deli one evening after
A Hard Day of Carving up Africa
He was especially proud of his work on the
Congo- such thin slices! Almost
translucent. And was he anxious to
tell his meats all about it.
Furthermore, he felt a nice refreshing
soak in pickle juice would be just
the thing to ease the disappointment
he felt over his sloppy work on Nigeria
"Ham, I'm Home!" Mortimer called
but the ham wasn't where the
ham was supposed to be!