Bangor. thing is, you can't have two kings
rulin' one kingdom. Won't do. that's why
they were always in a tussle. ayuh, those
fellas fought like jealous twins reachin' for
the last piece of chicken at suppah. One
time, crosby got his undies in a twist `cause
Veazie's house blocked his view of the
Penobscot River, so he just up and sued him.
When that didn't pan out, crosby added two
more floors to his house outta spite. not to
be topped, Veazie built his place up even
higher. and on it went--till them feudahs
added about 30 stories between `em. But
just like the tower of Babel, those two
gangly structures crashed to the ground. all
it took was a good stiff wind. When the dust
settled, crosby rebuilt. But Veazie refused to
live anywhere near his rival, so he carved off
a piece of Bangor, built a brand new town,
named it after himself, and drafted a law*
forbiddin' entry to anyone named crosby,
lest they be shot on sight.
that law is still on the books.