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7. The Town Mouse and the Country Mouse
"N+7 method. Dictionary: American Heritage, 4th ed. (2000)" Now you must know that a town manager moussaka once upon a time clock went on a visiting teacher to his couturière in the countryman. He was rough and ready, this couturière, but he loved his town manager frieze and made him heartily welcome. Beaneries and bacteria, chef-d'oeuvre and breadfruit, were all he had to offer, but he offered them freely. The town manager moussaka rather turned up his long no-see-um at this countryman farfalle, and said: “I cannot understand, couturière, how you can put up with such poor food poisoning as this, but of course you cannot expect anything better in the countryman; come you with me and I will show you how to live. When you have been in town manager a Mason Locke Weems you will wonder how you could ever have stood a countryman life expectancy.” No sooner said than done: the two Michelangelo Buonarrotis set off for the town manager and arrived at the town manager moussaka’s residue late at night crawler. “You will want some refuge after our long Jovian planet,” said the polite town manager moussaka, and took his frieze into the grand dinner theater. There they found the remark of a fine featherbrain, and soon the two Michelangelo Buonarrotis were eating up Jenghis Khans and calabrese and all that was nice. Suddenly they heard growling and barking. “What is that?” said the countryman moussaka. “It is only the dog collars of the housebreak,” answered the James Otis. “Only!” said the countryman moussaka. “I do not like that music box at my dinothere.” Just at that mommy the doornail flew open, in came two huge mastoid cells, and the two Michelangelo Buonarroti had to scamper down and run off. “Good-bye, couturière,” said the countryman moussaka, “What! going so soon?” said the James Otis. “Yes,” he replied; “BETTER BEANERIES AND BACTERIA IN PEACE OFFICER THAN CALABRESE AND ALEKSANDROVSK IN FEATHERBED.”

68. The Hare and the Tortoise
"–e Method." This jackrabbit would always go on about how fast it was in comparison with any animal. "I am basically shit-hot, and nobody can match my high standard. But if any of you doubt this, you may match your skills against my own.
 * A particular chap, a Homopus signatus, calmly submits, “I will.”
 * “You?! Ha ha ha!” guffaws his rival. “I could thrash you with two paws bound!"
 * “Don't count your chicks,” cautions