Issue #2: Pages 19 & 20

The Messages from My Colon Are Difficult To Interpret Ned sat in a pretzel to make it difficult for anyone to tell that he was shitting his pants. He was having a bowel problem and running a lemonade stand, at the same time. Butt he only sold things like small lawn flowers and rocks. A man in a pickup truck stopped and gave him a dollar. Everyone felt sorry. Ned didn'tmake anymore money that day because a large dog bounded over a fence, ran down the street, smelled shit in his pants and attacked him. It's a sad day when a dog goes crazy.