In a battered Norman town, zealous U.S. sanitary officers pursued a putrid smell. They arrived at a storehouse, staggered back as the full power of 10,000 ripening Camembert cheeses oozed out the opened door. The officers commandeered a quantity of precious gasoline, saturated the building and its contents, stood back in satisfaction as one more apparent hazard to the health of troops went up in smoke. The frantic, howling owner did not speak enough English to make them understand that his stinking hoard really smelled just right.
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