Clouds Without Water -- "The New Ewe"

     Dr. Anselm leaned over the basin of ether, inhaling deeply as he scrubbed his hands together in the solvent. Installing the ceramic dentures in Angi's vagina had certainly improved the pronunciation of the gutter Parisian of which her orifice was capable, but the volume was still quite low -- as if being muffled (usually) by clothing was not enough. The extra piping from Angi's bronchial tubes and the valving in her diaphragm, installed to extend the length of time for which her vagina could speak on a single breath, should do the trick, but it made the extra larynx completely redundant, now, too. Dr. Anselm wasn't about to take it back out, though, especially since it had healed so perfectly.
     It was mightily convenient that he could spare the sheep both for the extra plumbing, as it were, and the blood for transfusions. Also there would be fresh mutton for sandwiches in the laboratory next week.
     Steadying himself from the heady rush of the ether, Dr. Anselm recalled Dr. Freud's claim that the girl's vagina should be quite capable of the same cultured Swiss that had once come from her mouth, since, according to Dr. Freud, they both used the same cerebral language engine. In theory, she should be fully capable of learning to sing German opera....
     In harmony, now that Dr. Anselm decided to leave in the redundant larynx.

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