Proprietor:
[at a fancy restaurant]
... Sir, you asked to see the proprietor? If something's wrong, I'm sure we can straighten it out to your satisfaction.
Morris Frank:
I hope so. I'm guided by a dog; she acts as my eyes.
Proprietor:
Ah, yes; I've heard about you. You want me to allow dogs into my restaurant. I'm sorry, but I can't do that.
Morris Frank:
Why not?
Proprietor:
People would be very disturbed at having animals in eating places.
Morris Frank:
How about the other folks eating here now? Will they second that, if we go and ask them?
[He turns to speak up, but the owner prevents him from doing so]
Proprietor:
Sir - Sir...! I'd rather not have it come to such.
[He struggles to maintain his composure]
Proprietor:
The issue is that dogs give off an *odor*.
Morris Frank:
Do you smell anything strange?
Proprietor:
I smell nothing, sir.
Morris Frank:
Neither do I. Come on out, Buddy.
[Buddy emerges from under the table, where she has been hidden the whole time]
Morris Frank:
So, my friend, what do you have to say about that? You never knew she was there, did you?
Proprietor:
Three words: *No. Dogs. Allowed!* Now KINDLY take your *mutt* and leave, before I call the city pound.
Morris Frank:
[with a shrug]
Fine. Let's go, Buddy. I know a classier place than this!
[He leaves with Buddy]
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