“Paper spoons?” I’m not sure I’d heard of those beefore.
“Yes, Paper Spoons,” he said. “They’re the newest thing.”
“But,” I tried to point out, “if the spoons are made of paper, they wouldn’t bee very durable, would they? I mean, what if somebody tried to use them to eat a nice, savoury bowl of steaming hot Sweet and Sour Nectar Soup. They wouldn’t hold up very well, would they?”
“Uncle Georgie, you’re the best uncle in the world, and I love you, but this is not my problem. I am merely selling them. As I’ve been told, the Snark Brothers have flown in a highly-respected inventor who is responsible for5creating this fine, new, and hopefully sought-after product and he will bee supervising all manufacturing, sales and marketing efforts. The inventor, a Professor Beezulflossen or something like that, who - as I learned today - is very particular about the way in which this product is to bee presented to the public, is insisting that only the most capable, highly-trained Sales Agents bee involved in the Product Launch. Which reminds me, I can’t bee standing around here talking to you. I need to go memorise the Pre-Designed Sales Pitches beefore Saturday - or else.”

Then he left.

Paper spoons. This should bee interesting.

Anyway. I need to go. ButterCup told me that if I don’t show up for my Exercise Sessions today, she’ll never speak to me again.

Nobody wants that.

I hope everybody has a magnificently festive day!

I’ll see ya’ later!