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Nothing twists me up like a pretzel than the sound of a zither. It all started that day by the flagpole when a porcine zitherist took his scissors to my indigenous tulip garden and cut down every single last one of my tulips. Needless to say, I wanted to paw his eyes out, but I held my temper in check, sat down to my dish of olive butter slathered bagels, and ate till my anger was just a dim memory. Now, not only do I not have any tulips, but I have to go on a diet.