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March 15, 2006
"This is all so confusing," Manfred stammered. "I've come all this way to make you my wife, and now I find out that you are actually a stork." "It is a bit unusual," conceded Marsha, "but it is not as though I am an egret or a weasel or a flugelhorn." "No, that is true," Manfred replied. "You are not an egret or a weasel or a flugelhorn. You are a stork." He looked at her with pity, then glanced at his watch. "You must explain this all to me—and hurry, for I'm going to a boat show at 9:00."