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"The tall skinny man with the bright patched trousers hiding knobby hairy knees swung his spindly arms and whistled his signature as he tipped his luminous green top hat to everything he passed.

Fence posts, frogs, babies in prams, and dawdling granddads all received the same top hat whistling greeting. On at least one occasion, he was seen to tip his hat, whistle his signature, complete a circle of dance and frog leap right over the object that he had just tipped."

"What did he frog leap Nannie?"

"Would you believe he placed his hands on the dawdling granddad's back as the cranky elderly gentleman was bending over to pick up a coin, and push, he was sailing over that poor old man's body like he'd let rip a nuclear bum fueled wind break."

"That's rude Nannie but funny. I won't tell Mummy."

"Oh sweetie, you can tell your Mummy anything. She knows this story, I used to tell it to her when she was a little one."

"Be quiet Francis. Keep telling the story Nannie. More, more, more."

"So where were we David? Oh yes, nuclear bum fuel. Skinny colorful knobby knees, with his mustache down to his chest, sailed across the dawdling granddad and skipped onward leaving granddad behind with raised walking stick and growling growls about insolent and disrespectful behavior.

On knobby skipped, until he approached a group waiting for trouble to happen. Four young lads with pimply faces and ill fitting clothes, hanging around the corner waiting for their next victim, were about to have a rare interaction with the spindly nuclear bum saver of the universe.

Those boys were the terror of the town but because knobby knees did not come from that town, he had no idea that they were trouble waiting to happen. Whistling and skipping in their direction, knobby pulled a mono-cycle from one pocket, mounted it, and while balancing skillfully fished a piece of excitement from the other pocket.

Trouble waiting to happen scowled at knobby to counsel him not to come any closer but knobby did not read their warning signs. Knobby simply rounded them up on his mono-cycle and bound them with a brightly colored silk ribbon. Once they were packaged like a bunch of weeds, knobby sprung from his mono-cycle and addressed them with circus master flair."

"I am de Fabulous Funkie," he accented in a think French sounding brogue. "I am teaching subjects to do de funk with de fun examples."

The leader of trouble now unable to happen spat at knobby and a string of unpleasant words vomited from his filthy mouth.

"You don't

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