"Please don't edit it." I say, "The last lady removed my mole."

"Then YOU chase it," I say, giving her my stick.

I look around for a hospital, but I know the closest is a 10-minute walk away. There are no pharmacies either, not even a tissue and bandage store.

"Has anyone seen my bullets?" she asks.

> Lisa's got her red shoes on, > Lisa's got her red shoes on, > She'll have them on all day long, > an' all day long she'll sing this song.

"No, Mom," says Lisa. "It isn't an insect. It means something like you're good at something. Or smart."

"Is it a little bit red," my wife asks when I tell here about it, "I once say a reddish colour that I didn't know."

I'm starting to sweat. Where are the police when you need them. Out blowing into people's windows, probably.