Gertrude Stein and Iggy Glock stood on a stage eating hog maw with toothpicks. Back from Paris, Gertrude was staying on a farm with her mother's friend Iggy who goaded and dared Gertrude to go to town and string some words together to enlighten those Pennsylvania farmers. So now, here she was standing and bowing to the farmers with hog maw in her hand. She began to stick.

Sticking and pricking, these prickly farmers, who began creaking chairs, humphing and hem hawing, toothpicks tongue sliding, clicking against stained teeth, while pushing callus hands held up against Gertrude's sticking prick then pricking stick, the farmers kicking, even though it was just a toothpick now stunk of once stuck steaming hog maw.