The Quick Brown Fox

Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of the quick brown fox in their countries that jump over the lazy dogs. May the force bewitch you. May the bewitched ones (when not crinkling their noses) never resort to forcing you. Nor should you ever feel forced at a resort.

You know, like at the age-old Concord, where many people felt forced to engorge themselves with all that food? After all, their recent ancestors had nearly starved to death in the old country. And children were starving in China.

But my guess is that none of them ever ate (much less caught) a quick brown fox. A dog, maybe, but not a fox.

And while we are at it, a quick question: (befitting a brown fox): do you know the way to San Jose? And who let the dogs out? Including the one that jumped over the lazy fox.

Thank you and goodnight.