Fag End

There was once a Cigarette which found itself suddenly and unexpectedly stubbed out upon the intimate portions of a political undesirable. Having spent most of its previous existence in a luxurious and elaborately inscribed silver cigarette-case, in sure and certain hope of one day engendering a cancer in the lungs of the Dutiful Soldier who had kept it, the Cigarette became ashen with moral indignation.