Peanut
He
didn’t like it
as a
nickname.
No,
not one bit.
He
didn’t like it
as a
cartoon. What
a
silly cartoon,
he’d
think.
Beagles
can’t fly.
But
one morning,
before
the cat-
hedral
down the
street
struck twelve,
before
it had even
struck
eleven, he
walked
in to a
dining
joint,
sat
down,
and
ordered
a
steak. And
while
he waited
for
that steak,
he
emptied the
entire
bucket
of
peanuts,
tossing
each
and
every shell
onto
the already
shell-ridden
steakhouse floor.
