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WORDBERRY BERET
The Missing Prince
Andrew and the revolution
“Excuse me, miss, you just came in through the out door. Would you mind making sure it closes behind you? We don’t have great air conditioning and the doors stick open.”
“Prince? No, he only works here part time, and to be honest, I think Mr. McGee is about to fire him. He’s always doing something close to nothing over there in the corner and trying on those weird cloud suits in the back.”
“But, I’m here. Name’s Andrew. Can I help you find something here at the five and dime? Maybe something to go with that BERET you’re wearing?”
“A bike! Oh, heck no, all I got is that Chevy out there, but it runs pretty good. I wouldn’t go out on a bike today anyhow, do you see how overcast it is out there? Maybe that’s why Prince didn’t come in today on his bike.”
“Anyway, about that BERET. You’re really pulling off that look, but maybe you need a new one. That one looks like it’s ready for the second hand store if you don’t mind me sayin’.”
“Oh, just directions then. Well, okay. Old man Johnson’s farm is about three miles down that a way on the left.”
“Miss… Miss! Out through the in door. Geesh! That girl is gonna hurt somebody one of these days.”
With apologies to Prince and all the others who worked on Raspberry Beret, but It’s the only BERET experience that I have.
