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Barnaby didn't care. He continued his , eyes gleaming with the misplaced confidence of the truly absurd. It wasn't until a large, friendly Golden Retriever wandered over and began to drivel —literally—onto Barnaby’s shiny leather boots that he finally stopped talking.

"It's not genius, Barnaby," the mailman sighed. "It's just .". drivel

"Citizens!" he shouted. "I have solved the energy crisis with the power of flavor!" Barnaby didn't care

Barnaby Pringle was a man of many words, though few of them made any sense. He sat at the corner of the local café every morning, nursing a cold espresso and scribbling furiously into a leather-bound journal. To the casual observer, he looked like a visionary poet; to his neighbors, he was the neighborhood source of . "It's not genius, Barnaby," the mailman sighed