william henry harrison woke up and got dressed
he went down the stairs and went outside and walked down the street
he asked himself what was going on
he saw a piece of paper and bent down and picked it up
he read it, and looked around and contemplated the scene
he realized he didn’t have a clue
he emptied his pockets but there was nothing in them except a buffalo nickel, a comb, and a handkerchief
he forgot what he had come outside for
maybe, he thought, i should have looked out the window first before going outside
then william had a sudden inspiration
he internalized his rage
because the world just did not care
he kept his own counsel
and laughed out loud
and decided to made the best he could of the situation
pow! he never knew what hit him
he observed the scene with amused detachment
the blow, wherever it had come from, had knocked his hat and coat off and he put them back on
he quickly removed the smile from his face
and remembered his upbringing
he sat up suddenly when he saw a policeperson approaching
he took a deep breath
and understood immediately what was happening
he verified the i d numbers on the sole of his shoe and on the fire hydrant
later, when he walked out the door of the police station
he examined the letter closely
and yelled loudly for his keeper
because he had zeroed in on the solution
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