You are walking through the prairie when you find a madman wandering around talking to himself. The following is what you manage to hear of his speech:
“How? I – I’ll ask her. I owe her much, again. I’d a home on town, a tax as florid as out the coat, a virgin a year. Oh, yodel – aware you take all or I do. Never the road: I’ll land in the Anna-Marie land. Main can’s a sore gone; tennis is out t’car. Oh, line a canned turkey!”
