Pharoah's Jewels 1947 的钱币相册
"Martha, come out here on the veranda and enjoy the sunset with me. I need a word with you anyway." Martha emerges and George continues, "just look down there at that ugly thing limping around our grounds. Why you've become so attached to it, I'll never..." Martha interrupts, "If you had been a better shot, we wouldn't be having this conversation. I never realized a vulture could be so loving and respond to my nursing. Bengy will survive this." Turning toward George and pointing an accusatory finger in his face, "And don't you forget your promise, I want him with me". "Martha, I've reconsidered. That thing is frail, gimpy, and he stinks. You know the horses won't avoid him. He's predisposed to roadkill for God's sake! He's not the symbol of power, majesty, and regal demureness that Congress envisions for our first coin." Martha turns to resume her kitchen chores as an indication of closure but offers, "you'll all survive this just as Benjy has survived his rehab." Slumping into a chair in resignation, George begs, "Can you at least tell me why you had to name him after Franklin?" Martha returns to the doorway and reflects, "Oh George, you should see Bengy every morning as he emerges from the henhouse with such an air of contentment. If you look closely, you may detect a bit of a skip to his gimpy gait."
"Martha, come out here on the veranda and enjoy the sunset with me. I need a word with you anyway." Martha emerges and George continues, "just look down there at that ugly thing limping around our grounds. Why you've become so attached to it, I'll never..." Martha interrupts, "If you had been a better shot, we wouldn't be having this conversation. I never realized a vulture could be so loving and respond to my nursing. Bengy will survive this." Turning toward George and pointing an accusatory finger in his face, "And don't you forget your promise, I want him with me". "Martha, I've reconsidered. That thing is frail, gimpy, and he stinks. You know the horses won't avoid him. He's predisposed to roadkill for God's sake! He's not the symbol of power, majesty, and regal demureness that Congress envisions for our first coin." Martha turns to resume her kitchen chores as an indication of closure but offers, "you'll all survive this just as Benjy has survived his rehab." Slumping into a chair in resignation, George begs, "Can you at least tell me why you had to name him after Franklin?" Martha returns to the doorway and reflects, "Oh George, you should see Bengy every morning as he emerges from the henhouse with such an air of contentment. If you look closely, you may detect a bit of a skip to his gimpy gait."
"Martha, come out here on the veranda and enjoy the sunset with me. I need a word with you anyway." Martha emerges and George continues, "just look down there at that ugly thing limping around our grounds. Why you've become so attached to it, I'll never..." Martha interrupts, "If you had been a better shot, we wouldn't be having this conversation. I never realized a vulture could be so loving and respond to my nursing. Bengy will survive this." Turning toward George and pointing an accusatory finger in his face, "And don't you forget your promise, I want him with me". "Martha, I've reconsidered. That thing is frail, gimpy, and he stinks. You know the horses won't avoid him. He's predisposed to roadkill for God's sake! He's not the symbol of power, majesty, and regal demureness that Congress envisions for our first coin." Martha turns to resume her kitchen chores as an indication of closure but offers, "you'll all survive this just as Benjy has survived his rehab." Slumping into a chair in resignation, George begs, "Can you at least tell me why you had to name him after Franklin?" Martha returns to the doorway and reflects, "Oh George, you should see Bengy every morning as he emerges from the henhouse with such an air of contentment. If you look closely, you may detect a bit of a skip to his gimpy gait."