Every morning, the woman with the glossy black hair passed by the writer’s window. When she was coming he stopped writing and hid behind the curtains, so he could see her without being seen for up to six seconds. He wrote a little story about her, but she never knew. (Based on a true story.)

Joanna sent her bookish husband Randy to the market, to buy mustard. ‘Be back in 15 minutes,’ she said. Randy returned two hours later, with a book on methods of execution used in the Middle Ages. ‘Where’s the mustard?’ ‘Oh!’ he said, scratching his head. ‘I knew I forgot something.’

When the victorious general entered the conquered castle, he noticed a soldier with his back to him, who was smashing with a mighty club the corpse of an archer, turning it into pulp. ‘Enough!’ the general said. The soldier turned - a long arrow was stuck in his left eye-socket.