No premonition of an impending doom, dared to cast a cloud on my happy mood.
With bright anticipation I looked to the coming re-une with my Dahlia being my good and deserving relative,
(not to be confused with the other,
who puppies smothers and wears wire barbed under her black garb}
Apart from the mere pleasure of my aunt's company there was glittering delight of Ambrosia daily served in her dining hall.
the browsing at her trough is a lure to my appetite.
But alas this relation informed me that he of high station and silver ancient has Sneaked behind the green baize door and stolen our Anatole!
I was visibly shaken to my very foundation.
The thought of our peerless disher-upper, coming within an acer of ceasing to operate inside Eden's Garden Gate where I enjoyed his miracles from the pots and pans,
gripped my heart with a cold, cold, icey hand.
Fortunately, our Anatole proved made of stauncher stuff after my aunt doubled his pay he returned to stay.
Double them again, again and again to no end,
'til money pours like water rather than lose such superb mastery of the rump roast and danishery."