In Horatio, Ark., Fred Brown celebrated the twenty-fifth anniversary of the day he began to live in a large oak tree belonging to Tom Green. On coming to Horatio 25 years ago, he secured a room at the hotel, fixed a peculiar lock on the door, said in a German accent, "Just call me Fred Brown." On finding the landlord snooping in his room, Fred Brown removed his belongings, moved to a large tank near the railroad. Annoyed by curious townsfolk, Fred Brown had the ends of his tank sliced off...
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