One of my favourite stories is about a guy we used to have here on the island. In the heat of the summer, he would be wearing one of those real old, thick, World War I army overcoats. And if you were downwind, you could smell him thirty feet away. He had a little twitch, and one day I accosted him and said, "How come you do that?" He said, "Simple, it protects me."
I said, "How does it protect you?"
He said, "Keeps the elephants off the island."
"There aren't any elephants on the island."
He said, "I know! It works!"
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