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Show The Speed of Light Butch and Fenn Stories 2 There was also a short period when Butch tried to mix the elixer that would help Fenn's vision, but he grew frustrated when Fenn would not sample any after the first, a cocktail of mustard water and pineapple juice. Though I don't have any particular bent of my own, I like both Fenn and Butch and this dreamy summer full of curiosities. We roam the neighborhood, ransacking the alleys and canal banks for any tidbit of noxious residue which we then dissect in Butch's basement. Afternoons, we lie on our elbows and watch Linda Aikens and Carol Wilkes play tennis. They fold their sweaters over the fence and then play tennis. It is all astounding this summer, but I have pretty much adopted Butch's motto: "It's just a world, we can figure it out." His curiosity killed his cat. Butch wanted to see if he could remove a short section of intestine, sew the kitty back together, and have her wake from her ether dreams and walk around. Where he obtained two ounces of ether, I do not know. I do remember being in the basement laboratory and leaning under the desk lamp which Butch had bearing down on the cat and thinking: "This is the most purple thing I will ever see." Fenn was right over my shoulder squinting into the mess, saying, "What's that?" He refused to wear his glasses anywhere. Butch, himself, wore ski goggles and one playtex living glove. In half an hour he had cat to both his elbows and he appeared |