Boss Tweed

"You forget," you tell Fred, "that this is my home. I still have my old clothes, so if you'll excuse me for just a minute, I'll see whether they fit again." You do, and they do, and you could not be happier. Moments later, you return to Fred, decked out in a tweed suit and wing tips.

"What do you think?" you ask.

"I don't care for the colour," he whines . . . "but the fit is great!" Having said that, he raises a paw to give what appears to be a thumbs-up gesture.

"So, that takes care of me," you proclaim, "but what about you? Any thoughts on how to get you back to your old, neighbourly self?"

Written by Joey Liverwurst

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