“Hey, Brother! Where you bound?
I’m off to America. For breakfast.
“I hear there’s a crisis going on over there.”
“Crisis? What crisis?”
“Oh, it’s the crime of the century, some say.”
“You don’t say!”
“Mmhm. But then again, some things never change.”
“True enough. Some things are indelibly stamped.”
“Well, if you decide to go anyway, enjoy yourself.”
“I’ll do my best. Though now that you’ve mentioned the crisis, my may take a walk in the woods by myself, to think it over.”
“Yes, well. Sometimes we come to mistaken conclusions, even in the quietest moments.”
The Daily Post word of the day: Crisis.