Louis was a young lad walking home from school on a cool, crisp, fall afternoon. While walking he caught a wiff of something foul. He looked around, but didn't see anything. Following his nose the odor got stronger, and stronger, and stronger, then he saw it.
In front of him was a large building with smoke stacks and plumes of brown smoke pouring from them. The stank was almost unberable so he opened the doors to the fatcory and went inside to escape the smelly exhaust.
Louis was greeted...
