In the 1900s, an English town had fallen on really hard times. For decades, its primary industry had been its textile mills. But now the mills were all closed, and unemployment was at an all-time high.

Desperate, the town's mayor looked frantically around for other industries to bring to his town. He found that there was a man in Germany who was looking for someone to take over his thriving hunting-dog breeding business. The man had made a fortune raising the animals but was willing to unload it for a fraction of its value so that he could retire.

The mayor used his influence to have the mills converted to kennels and all of the dogs transported to his town. Employment skyrocketed, and the town prospered. Everyone was happy, even though the animals got a little noisy, keeping some residents awake.

But even these unfortunate few learned to sigh and say,
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"The mills are alive with the hounds of Munich".

GAG

Yes, you are correct---it's time!!!!!!!!

If Scriptus doesn't get you, I will.

Thats as bad as the baseball joke about "The beer that made Milfaymy walk us."