"Halloo and Greetings from Foxtail Acres. I'm Erick Hugo Witheringwall of 1441 Mudcat Square, a cul-de-sac located in the Warf's End neighborhood of Zelienople." EE looked up to find a man dressed in checkered pants, brown jacket with burnt orange bunting and a man bag slung low over his shoulder.
"What Ho yourself, good fellow. I've never been to Foxtail Acres but I have been to Kelb-tal-Fenek. As for Zelienople, one of my minions wrote a query about Baron Dettmar Basse and his daughter and her marriage to Philipp Passavant. Harmony was quite jealous and Petrolia was never the same." EE spoke in a flat, matter-of-fact voice.
"I put the good word in for Callooh Calay that helped them to go national. Tuscaloosa was never the same either." Erick plucked a lock of his ginger-dyed comb-over and moved it over his bald spot .
"I don't think anything is ever the same. What are you selling Erick with the funny gray things sticking out your back? Angel Food cake alamode with strawberries and whipped cream?" EE looked over at the fair grounds where the seventeen man Accordian and Drum Squad was tuning their cordovoxes around the May Pole stage.
"Bunting to festoon the pavilion for tonight's Frankie Yankovic memorial, good cheer in the form of felicitations and an exquisitely written manuscript for your eyes to peruse as your ears are delighted by the entertainment." Erick flourished his arm and an e-reader appeared in his hand. "The Red Queen Wore Scarlet and the Dog Did Indeed Bark" appeared on the screen in gothic letters. EE's eye brows moved in a sideways glance that asked -- can this be serious. A broad smile came over his pale, skinny lips.
"Tell Miss Snark even a month late is good fun for April Fools."