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“Mamma, can you buy me a guitar?”

“Fine,” replies the Missus, without giving it much thought.

“And a tabla! I love the tabla!”

“Okay.”

“And could I have a piano, too?”

“Uh huh.”

This was getting too much for me. I couldn’t afford a piano even if I were to sell the shirt off my back.

“Is that it? Nothing more on your list?” I ask sarcastically.

“I’d like a bow and arrow, too,” Stwabbit replies.

“You can’t make music with a bow and arrow. What do you want that for?” I wonder aloud.

Without a moment’s hesitation, pat comes the reply:

“To shoot you with!”