That Time I Went to Denmark

I once ate 5 nickels back in 1972. Back then quarters were healthy for you. I was Native American back then. Actually I was only 1/16th Native American. Once this guy littered, and I cried 1/16th of a tear. It was pretty swell. As that tiny tear raced down my cheek, I felt the same pain the Indian people felt when I yelled at them. Even though, my job was lost to Indian outsourcing, Nikhil is still my friend. We danced under the moonlight, and then ate twelve pies. It was quite magical. But the quarter man only delivered milk on Tuesdays, sadly. After that I was pretty much devastated.