Mama Jo: You’ve heard of Flat Stanley? This is Flat Ellie. She went with us to Ireland. The poor thing had a complex by the time we got back. We could never remember her name: Fast Eddie, Slick Willie, Fat Albert…
When we went to kiss the Blarney Stone, we handed Flat Ellie to the assistant, a little old man (who, we decided, if we were to take a fall and go head first to our untimely death, there was nothing he could do to stop us—he was going too). Anyway, the assistant looks at Ellie and says, “Ooooooh Stanley, you’re not looking too well these days.” We assured him that he was mistaken: it was Flat Ellie, not Stanley.
I don’t think Ellie has recovered yet.
When we went to kiss the Blarney Stone, we handed Flat Ellie to the assistant, a little old man (who, we decided, if we were to take a fall and go head first to our untimely death, there was nothing he could do to stop us—he was going too). Anyway, the assistant looks at Ellie and says, “Ooooooh Stanley, you’re not looking too well these days.” We assured him that he was mistaken: it was Flat Ellie, not Stanley.
I don’t think Ellie has recovered yet.
