- What about supper?
__________________- Ned,
You see, I have got some bad
News, but there’s some good news.
I have burnt your supper.
_______________________- Ruth,
I know. I felt something
Burn as soon as I got in.
What is the bad news?
____________________- It gets me
Why you’re laughing.
____________________- You see
At least you only burnt
Food to a crisp.
________________- But I hurt
My hand trying to save
It.
____- Ah! Let’s ease the pain.
- But Ned! Why do you think
Burnt food isn’t a bad thing?
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