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The Gertrued Papers, Chapter III
The underhanded intellect of the chestnut garden was the topic, and Gertrude and i were close to actualizing the truth. All we needed to konw was the chemical origin of the substance under the shrub.
"I didn't say 'jell-o,' I said 'YELLOW' now get the foot-stool ready" shouted Tom, "or i'll be forced to cry amoeba."
Having given up chemistry Gerty and i performed several arias from the opera we wrote last tuesday. I hadn't properly warmed up so my tone was a little forced. "Please don't be so pallendrome." was gertrude's request.
"How do you mean?" I was confused
"When you sing your Esharp it doesn't quite match the feel of hte evening and it makes me think 'bob,' hence the pallendrome."
Nothing seemed to be working for us on this day so we consented and sat motionless on the hearth.
"Sodium bromine hydroxide, that's it!! Sodium Bromine Hydroxide!" Trudy exploded. We knew the chemical origin of the sub bush substance and thus we knew the garden's intellect.
When i awoke the next morning the frost outside was marvelous; the light from Grandfather's lampost cast such a shadow. I couldn't believe my good fortune. I hurried to the linen closet and threw them out of doors. Why would i do such a thing? It was, of course, April 4th and i needed more time. If you throw pillow cases onto early april frost the day is one hour longer.