while he was out and away on his unicycle in the village square a familiar
voice
squeezed out of the bushes
with particular disgust
''GET THAT UNICYLCE OUT OF HERE YOU PIG"
and you could see the spittle
translucent but thick curling from her lip
''GET IT OUT!''
''but I love my unicycle''
''NO!
IT'S FOR TRAMPS AND THE HOGS!! NO UNICYLCES
HERE''
so poor old boy tucked his unicycle into his pants and skipping merrily down the path
and thought of
the crusty lip. but when he was far enough away he hopped on that
trusty unicycle and pedaled ever so gayly humming a lil pump song