I remember the rhyme from the television ads when I was a kid: "I'm Buster Brown/I live in a shoe/This is my dog Tige/He lives there, too." I always thought that was a stupid place to live. Tight quarters, too.
Before there were the shoes, there was this:
That Brown kid wouldn't have lasted more than half an hour in my old neighborhood.
Well, you'll note that his sentient and English-speaking dog is his only consistent friend. You decide if he's a foppish Calvin or the junior Son of Sam of his era...ReplyDelete