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“And here is the goat,” the chaplain laughed. “The Syrians have even taught him to speak a little English.”

The goat cavorted up to Mickey on his hind legs, with his white beard magnificently distinguished. “Join-us-you-ng-man,” he chanted in a strangely robotic and disjointed voice. “Join-us-join-us-join-us-join-us.”

Not Real Policemen (February).

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