Byron th' E'f: Time now fo' t'other viset wif...

S.L.: Howdy, fellas an' gals. Today we is a-gonna hear th' sto'y ah call, "Th' Magic Cloak. Shet mah mouth!"

(SFX: Music Box)

S.L.:Once upon a time, thar was a soldier who was on his way into battle. On his way he sar a mighty old man who was beggin' fo' grub. He stopped an' gave th' old man some of th' grub he was carryin'.

"Thank yo', thank yo', yo'ng man," said th' old man, as enny fool kin plainly see. "ah can reward yo' fo' yer kindness, fo' ah's a magician, as enny fool kin plainly see. ah will give yo' a magic cloak, an' as long as yo' wears this magic cloak, no inemah soldier will evah harm yo'! Fry mah hide!"

An' wif thet, th' old man gave th' soldier a magnificent velvet cloak, trimmed wif lace, an' lined wif sparklin' jewels. Puttin' this hyar wonnerful magic cloak aroun' his sh'ders, th' soldier rode on toward th' battlefield, cuss it all t' tarnation. He retched th' battlefield early th' next mo'nin', an' repo'ted fo' duty warin' his magnificent velvet cloak, an' was eemeejutly given a "Seckshun 8" medical discharge.

Byron: Thank yo', Sto'y Lady. Be lissenin' next time, fellas an' gals, when Th' Sto'y Lady will turn state's evidence agint th' Mafia.