"The pesky Moose has finally gone," he said.
"That's an excellent development," I said. "Has it been replaced by anything?"
He nodded. "By what?" I asked.
"You mean mice?"
Just then we heard several loud bangs from outside. The moron hurled himself onto the floor and lay prone, hands over his head, shaking. Moments later, Valerie Jarrett knocked, ran in, and said: "Don't worry, Barry. Someone just threw some firecrackers on to the north lawn. Doctor, are those mice on the floor next to the President?"
I'm starting to think that in the People's House they are all nuts. ----Dictated by S.H. Rink, M.D.