help me summarize this after you read it through...thanx
I stared intently at the ad on my screen. It was so odd, and quite like a dream.
"Professional whistlers needed," it read. "Inquire within," is all that it said.
I squinted and searched for additional clues, but none could be seen, this couldn't be true.
I was a whistler, partial to tooting. I'd like a chance to show off my fluting.
After a moment, I started to think. If the ad was a hoax, then I was a fink.
I'd have to pursue this matter at once, I sprang from my chair, discarding my lunch.
I would need help in solving this puzzle, a hacker, a slacker, and maybe some muscle.
First of all, if I practiced my loiter, the newspaper's office I'd reconnoiter.
Then I would plan, an ad I would write, the choosing of henchmen from those who replied.
The hacker would be of a average sort, not the kind that I couldn't afford.
Recruiting a slacker wouldn't be easy, they don't read the paper, they just watch the t.v.
Maybe a trip to the new yogurt shop would help me think outside the box.
Soon I was spooning cookies and gumdrops, sprinkles, hot fudge, cherry on top.
If I was a slacker, how would I find, someone else who was slacking at the same time?
I finished my treat, still deep in thought, narrowly missed the trash with my shot.
The mess I had made was everywhere, I saw bits of yogurt drip from a chair.
I mumbled excuses and fled from the scene, I couldn't waste time helping them clean.
Feeling embarrassed, I pause and ...