At dinner last night I looked into the fruit bowl and felt a bit dizzy.I told my wife I loved her and to cherish the children. I waited but nothing happened.
"What ... is ... that?", I stammered.
"Oh that", she laughed, "isn't it funny, it's a little cherry orange".
I thought my time had come. The sight of diminishing fruit seemed as likely a portent as any.
Recovering slowly I told her that I didn't think that it was in the least bit "funny". Unless she meant funny peculiar. Which she didn't.
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