“Buddy-boy, what’s the matter?”Mister Ed queried his owner as Wilbur Post entered their shared space of stable and office.Ed had heard the siren... and seen the ambulance arrive, then watched yet another extra long vehicle depart hours later in total silence. Something or other “Mortuary” printed on the side.Wilbur had been crying.“Addison, he is dead.”Ed knew death only in the abstract of production parameters and entertainment value. This, this was not that.“I’m sorry, Wilbur. What. “Here’s the brush cleaner,” she said, handing me a plastic bottle. “Clean the brushes with it, then rinse them off in the sink.”I started rounding up all the paintbrushes. Some of them were in a really bad state. I could see why the Art Department needed more funds.“Here’s an apron and some rubber gloves,” said Mrs Crocker. “Use them or you’ll get your clothes all messed up.”I set to work. It was mind-numbingly boring, but I guess that was the whole point.Mrs Crocker interrupted my. More

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