Pearls Before Swine by Stephan Pastis for February 04, 2007

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Betty sat alone by the wind-swept airfield. She was sad. She was lonely. TYPITY TYPITY TYPE She came here to dream. To watch the planes land. To imagine the distand lover reunited by these giant graceful birds of steel. TYPE TAP TIPPITT TAPP A stranger approached. "I am Bob," he said. He was tall and tan with muscular arms." "Their eyes met. They kissed. They did more than kiss. TIPPITY TAP TYPE TAP It was love. White hot and fierce. A dirigible floated just over head. "That is as my love for you," Bob said. "Large, steady, sure and true." TYPE TAP TIP Betty kissed Bob. Bob kissed Betty. TYPE TYPE TYPE And the Hindenburg exploded. TYPE TYPE TYPE TYPE "Please stop writing romance novels." "This really kills the mood," mumbled Betty. TYPE TYPE