We come to along a cornfield. A row of signs line the end of the field.
"Looks like somebody’s test plot,’ I observe, "I can see the row of signs telling the variey of hybrids."
Twisty winces, ‘Actually, you’re seeing my Uncle Heinrich’s attempt at road-side Advertising."
And sure enough the road-side signs convey a series of short messages.
They read, "Maybe Your Pate,"
"Is Feeling A Little,"
"Why Not Buy It,"
"A Bottle Of,"
"Our Premium Tonic?"
"Tuetonic?" HM Weenerman asks, "I thought that had to do with geolology."
Both Twisty and myself are lost.
Weener-man goes on, "You know, Tuetonic Plate Therory and that sort of stuff."
Twisty smiles a little, "Actually, that was all Uncle Heinrick could think of to rhyme right then."