A Call

I took a stroll by the waterfall with the ghost of Alexander Graham Bell, the inventor of the telephone.

My cell phone called out with its cricket ring. Alexander Graham Bell said it was apparent that I was infested and needed to powder myself with an insect-o-dusting.

I pulled out my cell phone and said it was my portable telephone.

I answered. It was my friend Mackie. I said I was with the ghost of Alexander Graham Bell.

Mackie asked me to ask Mr. Bell what he thinks of the evolution of his invention.

I asked.

Alexander Graham Bell said it seemed like a nuisance because people can now bother you wherever you go.

I told Mackie. He agreed.

Then Mackie asked me if he could borrow some money.