Why Hide It?
“Where is my
cake? I can’t find it,” as Opa Johan aked his wife indignantly, feigning not to see it, while it was just in
front of him in the fridge.
“Why do you
hide it from me? Don’t you want me to eat it? You greedy woman,” suppressing
his laughter, straining all his efforts.
Humor is
tickling someone in his/her inside.
April 2012
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