THE NOSE

As I awake, the smell of fresh bread is all around me, and the world is dark. "By God", I think to my self, "What in the devil is going on"? Suddenly, a hole is ripped in the darkness, and I'm staring at a man holding a bread knife in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other. I said,"Are you going to keep on staring or will you explain why in the hell you're staring at me with a bread knife"?. The man's jaw drops, and in a dramatic fashion, swoons and faints in his chair.

"How rude", I exclaim, as I crawl toward the newly created hole. As I begin to climb from the hole, I find myself in a dimly lit kitchen. As I gain my bearings, I come to realize that I'm half way in and half way out of a fresh loaf of Rye bread. "Oh, That explains a lot". Fully emerged, I crawl toward the unconscious man in front of me. As I approach, he began to stir from his stupor. Thinking that I'd started things off on the wrong foot, I prepare to introduce my self. The man sits up, shaking his head in a confounded manner. "Hello there, Good Sir", I exclaim. "It's a pleasure to meet you" ! "ARRRHHG " ! "What the hell"?, screams the man. Taking one look at the bottle in his hand, he flings the whiskey into the wall and runs screaming out of the kitchen. "Never again"!, the man screamed repeatedly again, as he fled in fright.