‘Which is more beautiful, a blonde, a brunette, or a redhead?’ asked the novice. The wise hermit pondered. ‘It depends on the curve of the eyebrows, and the multitude of the eyelashes, and the tip of the nose, and the smoothness of the cheeks, and the pout of the lips.’

One stilly night in snowy December, the hatted boy dreamed he was wandering through a valley overgrown with evil poppies. A fancy poppy caught his attention, and he plucked her. The dream then ended, and the boy awoke. In his hand he was holding the evil poppy. He was startled.

‘What do you want for Christmas hubby?’ she asked, and then she took a greedy bite from a banana. Her husband gazed at the banana. ‘A hat? A watch? A car?’ ‘No,’ he said. He whispered in her ear what he wanted. Her eyes fell on the banana. She blushed.