Uncle Leucocholy's Cacti Enigma

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Following the prickly pear incident, Uncle Leucocholy insisted on dressing as a deep sea diver whenever close to cacti.

When asked about this behaviour he would always reply, “L’objet d’art, par définition, est le crocodile empaillé”. 

Uncle Leucocholy's Cacti Enigma

It is interesting to note:

  • Uncle Leucocholy did not speak French.
  • Uncle Leucocholy could not swim.
  • Uncle Leucocholy once wore a pair of faux crocodile shoes to a performance of Mussorgsky’s “Pictures at an Exhibition”.

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