The Dark and Stormy Night
Mister Ed had returned to his stall as the sky grew steadily darker. Mister Ed closed his stall doors as a heavy rain began. The rain pounded on the roof, and blown by the wind, hammered on the outside walls.
"I hope Kay was able to reach Wilbur," thought Mister Ed.
Mister Ed wasn't content to merely hope. He lifted and dropped the receiver of the telephone, picked up a pencil in his mouth, dialling zero. Mister Ed again picked up the receiver.
"Commerce Bank of Beverly Hills," he requested.
However, he unable to get Mr. Drysdale, or even Mr. Drysdale's personal secretary.
"Hmph," said Mister Ed. "I hope Kay had better luck than I did.
But of course, she hadn't.
Lightning zigzagged now and then across the inky black sky, and now the wind howled eerily.
"Go away storm," said Mister Ed, as he munched a late dinner. "Don't you know this is California!"
A nearby crash startled Mister Ed.
"I'd better try Wilbur again" he thought.
However, when he tried the telephone all he could hear was a strange crackling and an unearthly hum.
"Uh-oh," said Mister Ed. "Luckily Carol's at the hospital. I hope Wilbur's not fool enough to rush home in this weather . . . Well, luckily he drives a Studebaker. It's the next best thing to a horse.
It was now nine o'clock in the evening.
Mister Ed decided that this was a good night to wear his nightcap, embroidered with his name in large blue letters.
"With this storm ringing in my ears" Mister Ed said, tossing it on expertly with his mouth, "and Carol in the hospital, I'll never be able to sleep without this cap on my head."
So Mister Ed slept, while the storm raged outside