By William Van Horn
Vintage Disney haunts are domestic for the howl-iday!
In “It’s within the Bag” and “Public grotesque #1,” trick-or-treating Donald scares up a literal ton of candy… then is compelled to put off it via reasonable ability or foul!
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Short fellow with a pot-belly, as broad as he was tall, and a backside on him as big as any wench's. He had three chins hanging down over his collar in front, and three whopping folds round his neck at the back. Must have carried a good hundredweight of pure fat on him , I should think. When he walked , he puffed like a steam-engi n e , a n d w h e n he sat d o w n t o eat - hold tight! He'd go on all day, chewing and taking swigs from his flask 37 of brandy. Now and then I came in for a bit too.
But after two weeks was u p, I couldn't look at food. There was no reply from home and, I must admit, I began to get mopy. Couldn't think of eating, sleep wouldn't come to me, and all kinds of bad thoughts kept creeping into my head . In the third week I got a letter from Voronezh. But it wasn't from I rina, it was from a neighbour of mine, a joiner. I wouldn't wish anyone to get a letter like that. He wrote that the Germans had bombed the aircraft factory, and my cottage had got a direct hit with a heavy bomb.
When he spoke again, his voice faltered. " Let's have a smoke, m ate, I feel as if I was choking. " We lighted up. The tapping of a wood-pecker sounded very loud in the flooded woodland. The warm breeze still rustled the dry leaves of the alders, the clouds were still floating past in the towering blue, as though under taut white sails, but in those m inutes of solemn silence the boundless world preparing for the great fulfilment of spring, for that eternal affirmation of the living in life, seemed quite different to m e .