(Read aloud to enhance your listening pleasure.)
Aloysius, the son of Aristotle and Ann, abided in Avondale, Arizona on Amherst Avenue. It amused Aloysius to activate the alarm around ate o’clock (sorry), arousing all the actors to awake, arise and answer to the accusations that awaited them. Alan, the axman up up up approached the actors, and announced aloud that anthems aren’t allowed in the Avondale Arena. The actor’s attorneys were annoyed, and argued against the arcane antics of Alan and his apathetic assistants. Aid arrived when Aunt Anastasia, astride an Arabian Steed, amazed her audience by spraying aerosol arugula above the assembly. The ancient Aztecs, after accepting accolades for harvesting Abraham’s asparagus, abducted Anastasia from the ankle biting anteaters. Almost all the Aztec attackers adjusted their alligator armor to avoid the arrows aimed at their abdomen.
(Relax, take a breath; sip a little water. Better now? Let’s resume.)
Remember Aloysius? His auto was an Audi that was approaching Amherst Avenue, when the drive was aborted. At once, Aloysius called Alvin, the acknowledged authority of auto angst, who assured him of assistance after completing his affair with an Amber Alert. Alvin acted with alacrity, not alibis, and told Aloysius the Audi’s alternator was abused. He alerted AAA for an assist, while advising Allstate Insurance to assume the auditing of repairs. The Allstate agent, (who looked like Alan Arkin) asked his auto claims amigo Alfalfa Adams, to adopt an active attitude in adjudicating this case.
(Do you need a break? No? Good, because I’m just getting warmed up.)
Alvin loved cars, but he adored Afghans hounds! His hound, Angelica, lived at Alice’s Abode for Airedales and Afghans; where her age allowed her to choose from assorted apartments (assisted living). Angelica ate her ALPO laced with Ambien from an alabaster bowl, accompanied by artichokes and almonds. Alice’s chef, Alberto, who was approved by the A.K.C. (he had been wormed and fixed), avoided aspics and apples, and alternated between Alaskan albacore and avocados. Alberto admitted his allegiance to anonymous authors of cookbooks; ergo, he was an Acolyte of the Alpaca Association; Alpha chapter, Albany, NY. Aromas went airborne from the kitchen announcing to all the Airedales and Afghans that an afternoon Albanian aardvark tasting (sautéed of course); along with an Alsatian amaretto was available.
(Are you okay? You look a little pale. Won’t be long now. Homestretch!)
The Avondale Abandoned Assets Association had aligned with the Assorted Agents of Absent Apologists. They agreed to arbitrate arguments to avoid any aggressive agendas on either side. They had amassed a mass of ancient artifacts dating back to Alexander the So-So. They always appeared to appease any alternative attempts to analyze any anorexic who auditioned on their doorstep. For instance; if an army of acrobats aimed their antlers at an albino Abbot with anger abounding; appropriate action with arrows would force an abortion of hostilities (like the UN).
Remember our motto here at Ansel Adams Alpine Academy:
“It’s never too late to live happily ever after.”
