Randomly surveying the interior of six curtained homesteads was hardly a job for Mr. Chronograph, but he had been coerced into this subservient task by his arch-nemesis Vanzo the Vainglorious. Coerced, bullied and handsomely paid. Old Chroney (as the young, handsome and wealthy Mr. Chronograph liked to call himself) was having a splendid time!
"Ah, Old Chroney, what has your magnificent life come to?" he asked himself aloud in the third person. "Why, startling magnificence I would think, Old Chroney!" came his steadfast, yet stertorous, reply.
"Well, if it isn't Vanzo the Vainglorious!" boomed Vanzo, announcing his own entrance.
"For an arch-nemesis you seem to be treating Old Chroney quite well!" bellowed Mr. Chronograph across the cavernous foyer of homestead number four.
"Arch-nemesis smarch-nemesis!" pfawwed Vanzo, "Let's be friends instead!"
"Yes, let's Vanzo and Old Chroney indeed be friends!" exalted Mr. Chronograph.
They celebrated with much snorting and merriment.
THE END
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