A man opens a sardine can and finds a row of tiny cots full of tiny
dead people; it is a dormitory flooded with oil.
He lifts out the tiny bodies with a fork and lays them on a slice
of bread; puts a leaf of lettuce over them, and closes the sandwich
with another slice of bread.
He wonders what he should do with the tiny cots; wondering if
they are not eatable, too?
He looks into the can and sees a tiny cat floating in the oil. The
bottom of the can, under the oil, is full of little shoes and stockings.
And I know that many people have said this before me, but this is not a pipe either.
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