Thrue Sthory

He lisped.
All his ‘Ta’s where ‘Tha’s.
A thick tick was always a thick thick.

His name was Thim. He was a thaoisth.

He was a pothatho eather, his friend, Thom thoo was a pothatho eather.
All day long, they sath on shorth sthools, they peeled pothathoes and athe pothathoes.
They liked tho eath pothathoes, they liked tho thalk abouth eathing pothtathoes.

Eathing pothathoes, thalking all day long, reading thao de jing, he was on his thao, they were on their thao.
He thought not, practhiced non-being, along with Thom.

Enlighthenmenth was noth far away for them both.
Ith happened nathurally - on one Thuesday morning.
They forgoth all abouth enlighthenmenth very soon and conthinued eathing pothathoes and thalked abouth pothatho eathing.

All day long.