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There was a man named Kel who had a cat and the cat died at a ripe old age;

but Kel wanted to keep Mel’s tail.

His wife ranted and raved and threw Mel’s tail in the well. Can’t you see it’s stale?

The husband jumped over the rail and fell with Mel’s tail in the well.



Now the old man muttered, “This isn't swell, I fell with Mel’s tail in this well.”

The police came and wanted the tale of how he fell with Mel’s tail in the well.

Pray tell, Mrs. Durell, who will post bail; did you throw Kel and Mel’s tail in that well?

No, Office Rail, I will tell you the tale of Kel who accidentally fell into the well with Mel’s tail.



Oh, we will listen but it been a long day so don’t make it too complicated for our chief.

And why we are waiting for the report do you happen to have any good red beef?

I am sorry Lt. Leaf; our beef came from the reef and has caused us more grief.

Now you would have us believe that your reef beef causes grief. Like in a beef thief?



No, it wasn’t stolen; it was swollen; which makes us afraid to eat the beef from the reef.

Swollen could also be stolen, but I guess you just don’t like beef from the reef.’

Excuse me Sergeant but right now I would like to get Mel,Kel and that tail out of the well.



I think you forgot why I called, to pluck Mel, Kel, and his dripping tail from the well.

If you don’t think you can handle that I will have to get someone who has a pail.

Mrs. Durell said, it’s Kel’s fault he fell in the well, because of that darn cat Mel’s tail

Let's just leave them and I will cook you men some of my beef from the marshy reef.



  Mrs. Durell

          Would you like to say

          the blessing, Mel?

          You can do it from the

          well.  



  Mel     God is Great and God is Good

          Even though I fell.

          If I ever have another cat.

          Will be one without a tail.