The little old lady rushed into the taxidermist and unwrapped a package
containing two recently deceased monkeys. Her instructions to the proprietor
were delivered in a welter of tears.
"Favorite pets... (blubber,sob)... caught cold... (moan)... Don't
see how I'll live without them... (weep,sob)... want to have them stuffed...
"Of course, madam," said the proprietor in an understanding voice,
"and would you care to have them mounted?"
"Oh, no," she sobbed, "shaking hands. They were just close friends."