It was Hoppy's horse Topper, covered from head to hoof with a sticky reddish substance. "Well, Topper," Hoppy said smiling, "what kind of a jam have you gotten yourself into this time?"
"I think it's raspberry, sir. Martha Stewart brought a case of it with her," the porter said.
"Perhaps so," said Hoppy, "But since Martha isn't Martha, the question is, who canned these preserves? And how did Topper get topped with them? It's a totally different situation altogether."
"It's a totally different situation," everybody except Hoppy replied in unison.
"All right. It's time to get to the bottom of this," Hoppy declared. "I've got a plan. Let's...
"I think it's raspberry, sir. Martha Stewart brought a case of it with her," the porter said.
"Perhaps so," said Hoppy, "But since Martha isn't Martha, the question is, who canned these preserves? And how did Topper get topped with them? It's a totally different situation altogether."
"It's a totally different situation," everybody except Hoppy replied in unison.
"All right. It's time to get to the bottom of this," Hoppy declared. "I've got a plan. Let's...