Comic Gold

When burning brush on a cold, grey, blustery winter day, and you suddenly smell singeing hair, this may or may not be an appropriate and/or effective thought process:

1. ...Where is the dog?
2. ...What fabric is my shirt made from? Is it wool, perhaps? Hmmm; No, it is not.
3. ... 
4. OW! DAMMIT! (Begin slapping head furiously)

The only thing that could make this better would be 5) Larry spraying me in the face with a seltzer bottle or 

6) Curly beating me upside the head with a shovel.