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i got a bit carried away on an unimportant english assignment.
can you find the plagiarized quote?
The Perils of Panama
a short tale
Harold, a short man in short pants, was a postman. Three tons of yet to be sorted mail had fallen on his head the previous morning, an event which unbeknownst to his four coworkers, Ted, Todd, Trudy and Tom, had left him quite delirious. The pressure from the comically large bag of mail compressed his spinal cord and chopped three inches off his height, leaving him a far shorter postman than he had been when he woke. Unaware of his previous career but quite aware of his close proximity to the ground, he took it upon himself to find his true calling in this now unfamiliar world. About the streets he wandered, observing the activities of nature, imitating a beetle, a snail, a blade of grass, but finding them all quite unsuitable.
While crouched on all four, carefully studying the habits of a crumpled carton of milk, he caught from the corner of his eye the shadow of a creature that appeared to be inspecting discarded dairy containers with the same fervor as him. He wondered what this familiar seeming creature was, and crawled over to it to see what the barcode stapled to its forehead had to say. “CAT” it read. “How strange,” he thought to himself, “but I do recall hearing of a creature with that peculiar name.” Harold abandoned his milk carton and with great determination followed the CAT on its midnight prowl. Through the alleyways it went, between trees, over cars, under boats, around the tennis rackets strewn about the street. But alas, for all his commitment, the CAT proved too agile for his short-pantsed self. “I seem to have found my place,” he thought, “but without a guide, however will I succeed?”
Soon his stomach began to rumble with the ferocity of a cavern filled with angry bats, and his feline mind turned to finding a catlike nibble. He quickly remembered he knew nothing of the ways of cats, and in desperation searched his mind for any possible clues as to what CATS enjoyed for their supper. He stumbled upon the above metaphor and pondered if perhaps cave dwelling nocturnes made a decent meal, and went on saying to himself, in a dreamy sort of way, `Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?' Never was his question answered, and before his diligent but alliterative colleagues found him, he contracted waltzing pneumonia and perished in the most ship shape of gutters.
can you find the plagiarized quote?
The Perils of Panama
a short tale
Harold, a short man in short pants, was a postman. Three tons of yet to be sorted mail had fallen on his head the previous morning, an event which unbeknownst to his four coworkers, Ted, Todd, Trudy and Tom, had left him quite delirious. The pressure from the comically large bag of mail compressed his spinal cord and chopped three inches off his height, leaving him a far shorter postman than he had been when he woke. Unaware of his previous career but quite aware of his close proximity to the ground, he took it upon himself to find his true calling in this now unfamiliar world. About the streets he wandered, observing the activities of nature, imitating a beetle, a snail, a blade of grass, but finding them all quite unsuitable.
While crouched on all four, carefully studying the habits of a crumpled carton of milk, he caught from the corner of his eye the shadow of a creature that appeared to be inspecting discarded dairy containers with the same fervor as him. He wondered what this familiar seeming creature was, and crawled over to it to see what the barcode stapled to its forehead had to say. “CAT” it read. “How strange,” he thought to himself, “but I do recall hearing of a creature with that peculiar name.” Harold abandoned his milk carton and with great determination followed the CAT on its midnight prowl. Through the alleyways it went, between trees, over cars, under boats, around the tennis rackets strewn about the street. But alas, for all his commitment, the CAT proved too agile for his short-pantsed self. “I seem to have found my place,” he thought, “but without a guide, however will I succeed?”
Soon his stomach began to rumble with the ferocity of a cavern filled with angry bats, and his feline mind turned to finding a catlike nibble. He quickly remembered he knew nothing of the ways of cats, and in desperation searched his mind for any possible clues as to what CATS enjoyed for their supper. He stumbled upon the above metaphor and pondered if perhaps cave dwelling nocturnes made a decent meal, and went on saying to himself, in a dreamy sort of way, `Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?' Never was his question answered, and before his diligent but alliterative colleagues found him, he contracted waltzing pneumonia and perished in the most ship shape of gutters.