“Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show!” she commanded me. She insouciantly threw the book aside, pulled her Murphy bed out from the wall and pushed me onto it. Then she hopped onto her ottoman. For a moment I thought she might start singing “Let Me Entertain You” and do a striptease, but she’d said it was a children’s story.“Now you know about Rutherford B. Hayes and his wife, Lucy. Lucy was a strict woman.” Helen threw on a black cloak to signify Lucy. “Very religious. No liquor in that White House.”“Right, they called her Lemonade Lucy,” I said.“Well, Lemonade Lucy had a whole bunch of pets. Mutts, pigeons, a goat. Real hillbilly pets. Lucy had taken them all in from the street, cleaned them up, and taught them to sing church hymns like ‘Rock of Ages.’ But when they were alone they’d start jamming!”Helen tossed off the cloak and started imitating the animals singing Stephen Foster in an exaggerated “redneck” voice:I said, Oh, SusannahNow don’t you cry for meAs I come from Alabamawith a banjo on my knee .
What do You think about All The Presidents' Pets (2004)?
