"Give me your accordion," said the Scrounger.
Tatlow, being an obliging fellow, handed the accordion over to him, thinking he might want to try it out.
The Scrounger rushed to the side of the boat and threw it overboard.
"Now you don't have an accordion," he said.
Tatlow laughed. And then he cried.
Tatlow bought a new accordion the next day at the concession stand and it was the same story again.
The Scrounger was escorted off board ship at the next port.
TO BE CONTINUED
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