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By Jim Coggins
THE sun was shining warmly.
“I think I will go out into the garden and pick some apples,” she said. “I have a sudden urge for my apple strudel cake.”
“Be careful of those sudden urges,” her husband replied. “They might lead to trouble.”
“Don’t be silly. I love my apple strudel cake – and you’ll love it too.”
“Well, okay, but be sure not to pick any of the landlord’s apples.”
“Oh, you’re such a worry wart.”
“All done. Here, honey. Try some of my apple strudel cake. Now, wasn’t that delicious? I just love my apple strudel cake.”
Suddenly a third voice boomed out: “Did you take some of the apples from one of my trees?”
“The landlord!” she squealed. “
“That’s too bad!” he thundered. “Now you’ll have to move out.”
“Move out? But it’s so nice here. Can’t we stay?”
“No. It’s the rule.”
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