Mrs. Peter Perkins is going to wash in her 
automatic oscillating one-of-a-kind washing 
machine with the mish mush motor and turning 
tub-tubs in the center. 
Cosmo, the cat and Dagmar Dog follow her as 
she dashingly dances through the house 
gathering all her manly male's dirty clothes. 
They watch her put the white clothes into 
the automatic oscillating one-of-a-kind 
washing machine with the mish mush motor 
and turning tub-tubs in the center and 
gracefully set the dial. Then Cosmo, 
the cat and Dagmar Dog roll up in the clothes 
on the floor and go to sleep. 
It happens! 
The automatic oscillating one-of-a-kind 
washing machine with the mish mush motor and 
turning tub-tubs in the center groans and stops. 
The mish mush motor clacks. The tub-tubs in 
the center sends up a stream of soapy sudsy 
water to the ceiling. The falling suds hit 
Dagmar Dog and Cosmo, the Cat. Whoosh---out 
the door they go almost upsetting graceful 
Mrs. Peter Perkins who is trying to pull 
the electric energy cord feeding the 
automatic oscillating one-of-a-kind washing 
machine with the mish mush motor and turning 
tub-tubs in the center out of the wall socket. 
The washer suddenly stands silent and solemn 
in a big puddle of soapy suds. 
Mrs. Peter Perkins starts to cry. Hungry Harry 
Perkins comes hurrying home from school. 
"What is my merry mother crying for?" he 
soulfully says. 
"My automatic oscillating washing machine with 
the mish mush motor and turning tub-tubs 
in the center is broken," Mrs. Peter Perkins 
sobs, "and you will have no clean clothes 
to wear." 
"I will fix it!' Harry announces happily. But 
he can't, so he starts to cry. 
Mr. Peter Perkins perkily bounces through 
the kitchen's scraping screen door. He hears 
his wife and son crying. 
"What is my wonderful wife and solitary son 
crying about?" he asks. "My automatic oscillating 
washing machine with the mish mush motor and 
turning tub-tubs in the center is broken," 
Mrs. Peter Perkins sobs. "We can't fix 
it, so you will have no clean clothes 
to wear." 
"I will fix it!" Mr. Peter Perkins confidently 
confers. But he can't, so he, too, gives way to 
tears. 
Slow Sam, the hired man, wanders wearily into 
the house. He hears everyone crying. 
"Why are all you beautiful bountiful people 
crying?" he says. "My automatic oscillating 
one-of-a-kind washing machine with the 
mish mush motor and tub-tubs in the center 
is broken. We can't fix it, so no one will 
have clean clothes to wear," Mrs. Peter 
Perkins sobs. 
Slow Sam smiles knowingly. "That is my job. 
I know how to fix automatic oscillating 
one-of-a-kind washing machines with 
mish mush motors and turning tub-tubs 
in the centers better than anyone." 
And he does!!!!! 


    



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