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As a young man, I used to sport a rather ragged beard [...]; it doesn't suit and in its untended state I can often come to look like a set of sensory organs lost in a raspberry bush.
Claire North
One day, a flamingo walks in a supermarket and asks the shop assistant if he sells cranberries. The shop assistant says, "No, we do have raspberries and strawberries, but we don't sell cranberries." The flamingo goes home and returns the next day, “Good day, do you sell cranberries?”. Again, the shop assistant says they don’t. The flamingo leaves the shop, and returns the very next day. “Oh no, there he is again,” says the shop assistant to himself. And sure enough, the flamingo asks the shop assistant if the supermarket sells cranberries. This time, though, the shop assistant is so fed up with this annoying flamingo that he says, "No, flamingo, we don't sell cranberries! And if you come back tomorrow and ask me this same question again, I swear I will nail your beak to the floor of the supermarket!" The flamingo goes home again. The shop assistant can’t believe his eyes when he sees the flamingo walk through the door again, the next day. This time, the flamingo asks, “Do you have any nails?” The shop assistant says, "No, we don’t have any nails." "Okay, good,” the flamingo says, “Do you sell cranberries?
Johnny Riddle (101 Clean Hilarious Animal Jokes & Riddles For Kids: Laugh Out Loud With These Funny & Silly Jokes: Even Your Pet Will Laugh! (WITH 35+ PICTURES) (Animal Jokes For Kids Book 1))
As they often did when I was tired, my thoughts took a funny turn. Perhaps, like the lighthouse, there were people who were meant to stand out, who were made to be noticed and make a difference. It brought me slap-bang to Sukie. All week I’d savoured doing the delivery round as a time when my brain went blissfully blank. And yet back at Queenie’s I’d looked at Sukie’s note so many times the paper was wearing thin. It had to be a secret of some sort: why else would it be written in code? I’d no idea. My sister had liked raspberry jam on toast, and left long brown hairs in our sink that blocked the plughole. She’d slept late on Saturdays. Turned the wireless up loud when a dance tune came on. But when I thought of her now, it was like there was this whole other Sukie I didn’t know, and it frightened me.
Emma Carroll (Letters from the Lighthouse)