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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