Detroit Red had bought a brand new Cadillac.
It was a candy apple red beauty.
He was in the park talking to one of his hookers.
He had thrown his car keys on the picnic table.
When a thieving squirrel came along and stole the keys.
Detroit Red tried to shoot the squirrel.
But the squirrel was too fast.
The squirrel got away.
And now was the proud owner of keys to a new Caddy.
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