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The Delicatessen Displacements
Mortimer, butcher of the world, went home to his deli one evening after A Hard Day of Carving up Africa He was especially proud of his work on the Congo- such thin slices! Almost translucent. And was he anxious to tell his meats all about it. Furthermore, he felt a nice refreshing soak in pickle juice would be just the thing to ease the disappointment he felt over his sloppy work on Nigeria "Ham, I'm Home!" Mortimer called but the ham wasn't where the ham was supposed to be!