Septimus the saber tooth tiger had a terrible lisp. “Who’s idea was it anyway to put an s into the word lisp?” he thought angrily. Whenever he started to talk, all the other animals laughed and made fun of him. So he decided to have his teeth extracted. He went to the best dentist in town and soon his two canines where the latest addition to the dentist’s growing collection. But the horrible lisp remained. The speech therapist, who owned a lovely silver tabby cat, suggested that he should try to talk with cotton-wool in his mouth. But alas he couldn’t find cotton-wool anywhere, so tried stuffing his pillow into his mouth. That didn’t work too well, but all the feathers gave him an idea though. He’d find a chicken and stuff that in his mouth. The chase was fun and finally the chicken was caught. He stuffed it in his mouth and bit down. A bone pierced his soft palate, entered his brain and gave him a frontal lobotomy.