I'm watching this basketball game with my friend, who is a
dutchess, and the ball comes flying into the stands. I catch it and take a bite out of it. It tastes good, like a juicy
apple. I throw it back into the court, and the play continues. Unfortunately, the wrong team
scores thanks to me.
Now I'm doing a favor for a colleague. She has asked me to take her skunk to the library. She would do it herself, but she is afraid of the doomsday prophecies.