Miranda had a premonition that she was going to die in a road accident – and that very day. The only thing for it was not to go out in her car, but she had arranged to pick up the cat deworming pills from the vet’s that afternoon, and they were long overdue.
“Don’t be silly,” thought Miranda. “I can’t let these silly feelings dictate my life, otherwise nothing would ever get done. I shall go into town and pick up the cat’s pills, but be careful nonetheless.”
On the way back home from town, Miranda spotted a large concrete mixer truck approaching on the other side of the road. Miranda almost froze. This was it. It was part of her premonition. The concrete mixer truck would be the instrument of her death. She tried to slow down but instead she froze.
The concrete mixer truck came nearer. And nearer. It passed! Miranda was free! Saved! The premonition was a silly notion after all. “Thank goodness!” thought Miranda.
In her relief she missed the corner, ploughed into a bank, and was killed.
Weave a Web 
Oh boy…. what is the moral of the story?? Poor Miranda
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My stories never have morals. The main requirement is that usually everyone gets killed off (as in life)!
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ok. thanks for the explanation. It is true, life is short and we need to enjoy it.
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My travelling days are over unfortunately – unlike your exciting adventures!
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ah.. you can always travel at your nearby place. Sometimes it is exciting to explore our own backyard.
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So it was a premonition after all! Nice twist.
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Thanks. I thought of the story while driving along and seeing this great truck approach!
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Glad to hear you survived!
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Now, that’s more like it.
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Thank you. It’s such a pleasure…
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Sorry, I laughed at this rather too much!
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That’s very insensitive of you, Chris.
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True, but laughter is always the best medicine (unless of course it kills you!).
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Laughter is sometimes fatal – just look (as Oscar Wilde said somewhere, and I can’t find it) at the death of Charles Dickens’ Little Nell.
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I guess the moral of the story is: never rejoice too early.
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I was thinking that the moral of the story is: don’t get worm pills for your cat.
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I apologise for the hasty incontinence.
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I want to know which bank it was. BNZ? Do you have HSBC? They often make me feel like I want to die.
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I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lulled in these flowers with dances and delight.
Is there any other bank?
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Ah yes. I was in the school production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream about 50 years ago. And no, I wasn’t Bottom. In those the tough guys would smoke Woodbines. I don’t they were very luscious though. Acrid and cough-inducing but Shakespeare couldn’t make it rhyme.
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All I can say is Puck.
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You can’t escape that tricky Death, he’s always ready to catch you out…
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So they tell me…!
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There is a moral: never ,ever, ever take your eyes off the road!
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Keep you mind on your drivin’
Keep you hands on the wheel
Keep your snoopy eyes on the road ahead… !
(Of course, you wouldn’t be old enough to remember this song!)
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