One Consolation
Breakfast was over and Adam had gone to his daily occupation of pasting the names of the animals on their cages. Eve took the parrot to one side and said: “It was this way. He made a big kick about those biscuits not being good at breakfast.”
“And what did you say?” asked the parrot.
“I told him there was one consolation; he couldn’t say his mother ever made any better ones.”