Foot Foot was quite a renowned bartender at the local saloon.
He could never get over Clarabelle, whose enchanting smile and demeanor
always brightened up any room she entered.
Day after day he tried to get up the nerve to strike up a conversation with the local doll face.
One day he finally hatched an absolutely foolproof master plan which, he’d been told by reputable sources, was for sure to work on even the finest ladies.
With all the charm and panache he could muster, he approached the enchanting Clarabelle with a most delightful glass of champagne.
‘It’s as Effervescent as she is,’ he thought.
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