A fine take on a tongue-in-cheek nursery rhyme. We need more of those these days.
My uncle, Basil Wenzel, returned from Germany after World War II and a stint in the 101st Airborne to a kind of hunter hero status in his little hometown. But known for his wild tales, they called him, Weasel, more often than Wenzel.
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My uncle, Basil Wenzel, returned from Germany after World War II and a stint in the 101st Airborne to a kind of hunter hero status in his little hometown. But known for his wild tales, they called him, Weasel, more often than Wenzel.
Ron