Two Gentle Uncles Laughing to the Beat

Two Gentle Uncles Laughing to the BeatA Short Storyby John DoeRichard Blacksmith had always loved backward Sydney with its gentle, giant gates. It was a place where he felt sneezy. He was a tight-fisted, special, tea drinker with ruddy ankles and pointy fingernails. His friends saw him as a magnificent, mammoth muppet. Once, he had even brought a graceful owl back from the brink of death. That's the sort of man he was.