The Incredible Tale of Uncle Albert’s Tale

Why in the world did Daddy ever tell us Uncle Albert had a tail if we couldn’t ask questions or ask to see it?  The next few times I saw him, I followed him around, hoping his pants would fall down.  He was emaciated as only an eighty-five year-old life-long smoker can be.  It seemed like a real possibility.  For a while, every time I was around him, whenever he stopped, I’d be following so closely, I’d run over him.  Eventually, Daddy ran me off.  I had to resort to peeking around corners.  I never did get to see that tail, but I think my brother did.  Boys have all the fun.