“Wasn’t that a great Halloween Parade at the school today?” Edith Whistle asked Romeo Kostrastophe as she refilled his cup of ‘Moose Drool Special Blend’ at the counter at “The Whistle and Thistle Bar and Koan Self-Store.”
“What school?” asked Mr. Kostrastophe.
“Why, the Magnet School,” said Edith.
“Magnet” is short for “The Lucious Altphart Magnet School,” named for the famous chicken farmer, who was renowned as a “chick magnet” for all the little hatchlings who followed him wherever he went.
“They didn’t tell me anything about it,” said Romeo Kostrastophe, “and my grandson goes there. I would have liked to see him in his ‘Revenge of the Moose’ costume. There wasn’t any announcement in the paper or the radio or the web, either. WTH?”
“Here we operate on the basis of Jungian psychology,” observed Professor Ben “Seymour” Bottoms from two stools away.
“WTH?” said Romeo and Edith together.
“The collective unconscious,” said Prof. Bottoms. “There are some things you just have to be born knowing.
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