Mr Dvorak stepped in a pool of oddly shaped wheelbarrows. "Good afternoon", said a man in a goudy trout. "Hello", said Dvorak, only to find that his voice had changed to include jukebox. Out from his wide open mouth popped a cream caramel, shaped like a cut of beef. "Meaty drippings", thought Mr D as he chanced to peer at a deer crossing a beer filled frothy open jar of potted plants.
After the midnight he attempted moonlight massage with a zebra on a see saw. but why were they all staring at his moustache? "Ah", he thought and wiped the honey from his bottom hair.
The above text is extracted from an 1877 milk dispencer in Zürich.