September: this is the time of year when crickets try to outdo each other telling stories of dubious validity. This little fellow: Napoleon is his name, is the loudest in the barnyard. Why is he singing from the top an old pile of cow dung when he used to sing at La Scala with the great Maria Callas? C'mon Monsieur Napoleon, we are all ears!
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