Amp issues, near miss

Lightning struck my left boot outside Prague. I felt only a tickle. For a week after that, I could light candles with my toe and start a stove by stamping. The local priest made me stand in the church aisle at Advent, and we saved a fortune on wax.

Spurs rang out across Moldavia when my hussars came to town. Each man was six feet tall, and each horse could do long division. We charged the enemy in perfect order, and then we stopped to correct their math. Their officers wept. They paid a fine and went home.

Vesuvius sneezed while I stood on the rim, and up I went with my picnic. I came down near Capri, still holding a chicken leg. My friends thought I had died. I walked into my own funeral, ate the cake, and gave a rather fine speech about myself.

Teeth are no trouble to me. A molar came loose at a banquet in Turin, so I tied it to a passing swallow. The bird flew to Africa and back. The tooth returned by post, polished and much improved by travel, and I set it back with glue.

Spiders in my attic wove me a fine coat when my tailor died. It took them one summer. The.