ABSTRACT
It sounded like a barking dog, only a heck of a lot louder, though I certainly knew they didn’t allow animals in the halls. After all, this was an institution for higher learning. As I rounded the corner I was no longer perplexed. The ruckus emanated from one Dr. Jack Furbis, head of the illustrious history department. He was red as a beet, perhaps even a tad purple, as I watched him read a fellow student the riot act. As he displayed his true colors I could see why the greater part of the student body referred to him as Dr. Vegetable Head.
