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offered a golden reward for eggs and chickens, a 

 sultan drifted in. 



We knew he was sultan because he carried a chair 

 an unfailing sign of rank among a nation of ex- 

 pert sitters. He also wore an old woolen dressing 



Slowly Being Cremated 



gown that had worked its way from civilization 

 many years before. It was built for arctic regions, 

 but the sultan of all the Ketoshians wore it right 

 straight through the ardent hours when the sun 

 kisses one with the fiery passion of a mustard plas- 

 ter. He was slowly being cremated and it was fas- 

 cinating to watch him sizzle. 



