People said they saw the fleas. I can see the fleas. Can't you see the fleas?

I had a wee trapeze and a

was a flea circus, Petticoat Lane.

Here we go, there. He's a bookmaker. You know, a bookmaker?

carousel

But the fleas, they're murder.

You fleabitten furball!

I can't hear a flea walking,

It was proven that fleas living on dogs jump higher than fleas living on cats.

No lice in her hair, are there? I hate lice.

It's still the flea circus. It's all an illusion.

Why, with this rinky dink?

Anyway, this bookie got so sick that he just had to throw up.

Between the two bovine heads at the top, we see an inscription of his name.

I don't know if he's a bookie or what he's doing.

300 of them nationwide. Now there's only one, ours.

Uncle Jackie was a smalltime bookie who tended bar at the Vets in Somerville.

Well, you do know what a bookie does, don't you?

The word is out on you. I had to lay these bets off all over town.

What happened was this bookie got so sick... of hearing everybody's excuses.

Last month, there were independent wire services letting bookies know who won the third race at Sportsman's Park,

So finally, after five years of scratching a living... in fleainfested villages... we're finally going back to where we belong

Now think of the large and small plagues that we have now bed bugs, killer bees, spam and it's very possible that the solutions to those will really extend well beyond the immediate question.

In another instant he stood at the side of the hole and was hauling after him a companion, lithe and small like himself, with a pale face and a shock of very red hair.

Because all that stuff. Is it Asgard? I don't know.