I lately have been feeling like George.

With my fingers, and back to the country’s foundation, curious.

I feel tall of stature.  Of reputation.  My teeth are trees.

I can’t imagine camping in snow.  General

is not a title or description I’m comfortable with.  Taking

a wife, I would not take a wife with slaves

no matter her wealth.  Nor would I wive the man

with the yellow hat.  I would do differently.  I would

keep Lenny further from harm, for example.  Go

by Geo.  No I’d say to mobs and zoos.  Less

great, maybe — I’d try to be.