It was a family of nails. No, it was a cathedral full of cats. So then they came out of the brushes running and there's all this matter that has been transformed into a goo that gets onto their wormy skin. It crawls all over, and finally when it settles down it dries up like a bunch of 3000-year-old sand, and it just starts suckin' all the water out of the body and everything and everybody is just totally on the floor. They don't know what to do. So then all these elephants come out, and they're all asking the same question, they can't believe it either, except the jackal, who has been beheaded quite a while back, and before history, counting backwards, all the way to plenty of the elders, the jackal, not being able to understand what the elephants were saying, was not so much confused but disinterested and uninformed about everything, which they are a lot of times. There's a lot of indifferent hyenas too. I knew one that won an Academy Award for indifference. And then when he started shaking all the bushes and all of Australia started sinking into the ocean, which was about par for that golf course anyway, it was like a hole-in-one world. So I took my lawnmower out to the carnival grounds, and then the entire galaxy fell into the Indian Ocean. But the King in North America thought that was too much of a punishment for a simple galactical heresy, so he brought all the stars back out, shined them up, and they had to use kerosene to light 'em back on fire again. And I shot 'em back out into the galaxy like cannonballs. And while all this is goin' on, my old friend Jimmy is out there in the back yard with his barbecue, and he's trying to find somethin' to cook up, and Powell mentioned something about barbecued wildebeast, but it being out of season, and since I was in jail already for poaching in Africa, we figured that that might be a bad idea. But I wasn't there, I had to write letters back and forth from prison, and by this time I'd been transferred down into Australia and in my last lifetime I had been sunk to the bottom of the ocean. Now, in a future incarnation, being sent to live in the banana trees of Escargot, a fate that anybody with a good fortune in the future should consider. It was a wonderful gallon of milk, and it didn't have too many worms in it. Upside down and topless like Ethel Merman, Sir Walter Cronkite pulled the tirgger, and if it had been true that he'd been running a white slave trade service all up and down the Eastern seaboard, throttled the carnations of Brillo, a**umed the role of Butler in an updated classic horror movie, went to bed with Mr. Ed (Meese), and had tried to form a new way of lying that would even please the president himself, what else could we do but put him in an ice cream truck and freeze him?