......it's a very long story, but I'll make it a short story just for you. The truth is, when I had finally neared completion of the rock wall around my patio, the scaffold was three stories high by that time, and I was carrying the last rock up to put in place. I called this last rock the "Rock of Ages", because it took me ages to get that rock up onto the top of the wall. Well, you can imagine me standing up there on top of the scaffold, 60 feet above the ground, rock poised in my hand, and then the ladder broke. Down down down I tumbled, landing on one of my legs. And that, Helen, is why one of my legs is shorter than the other, and why I walk like Quasimodo."
"So did you ever get that last rock up onto the top of the wall ??" Said Wom.
"No, not yet' added Bill 'I've yet to have a special ladder made, one with every third rung made closer to the second rung, to compensate for my shorter leg. And then I will complete the wall."
"Gee Bill, this wall sounds kinda high." said Grand chester.
"Yeah' said Bonny 'it sounds to me like.............
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