Smoking a cigarette, and smiling a smug smile. Yes, that little demon got me in a pile of rot with a shoe and a turnip for bait.
"Must I always be so gullible" I thought to myself, while clutching my other shoe and the box of gold turnips.
Rotten things squished though my toes as I stood there while truck slowed.
Two wrongs don't make a right, but three lefts do.