'Twas the night before Stinkmas, when all through the house not a creature was stinking, not even a mouse. The diapers were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St. Inkman soon would be there. The stinkmen were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of soaking dumps danced in their heads. And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, had just settled our brains for a long winter's crap. When out on the roof there arose such a splatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away from the window I flew like a flush, tore up shitter, and threw up the from the splash.

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