Mr. Pleasant bought a second-hand feather boa from a thrift store. "Use it wisely, Rhino-man," said the old woman behind the cash register. She tapped her nose mysteriously. "It has magic." Mr. Pleasant, thinking her senile, nodded and left. But that night, after two glasses of particularly fine 12-year-old port, he put on the feather boa. Next thing he knew Mr. Pleasant was in the attic fishing out the gnarled disco ball he stole from the Fireman's Gala Dinner. Turning up the Bee Gees, he whooped as he did a conga through the lounge. Life had suddenly become interesting again! THE END
This picture and story was inspired by The Kinks song Mr. Pleasantoff the album Something Else.