Jake Newland pushed his walker, with the neat little wire tray, covered in cloth in the undertaker tartan, downtown and bought persimmons from the costermonger, as a treat for his potbellied pigs, Franklin and Eleanor. When he got home, Jenny asked where he hat gotten them. He told her.
She said, "You did not. There's no such thing as a costermonger. You went to the Porcupine IGA. You know you're not supposed to walk along that road. Costermonger, my foot!"
It reminded him of the joke about the Ooogoo bird, but he thought it best if he shared it only with Franklin and Eleanor. They thought it was hilarious, and also gave thanks to Buddha, the deity of all things potbellied, for the downtown costermonger. Of course, they had to look up costermonger in the dictionary to learn to just whom they were giving thanks.
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