By Joshua Shammay

Here is an apple. See it's roundness? See the way it rolls and then stops when it reaches an imperfection on its sphere? And what is an imperfect sphere but an oval, why 'tis nothing for is not shape defined by what it is not? And yet an apple is a food, but this problem is easily solved for an egg is an oval and is, moreover, edible. Let us then call an apple an egg, and continue.

Here is a tree. See how unalike it is from a lollipop? And yet there are those, children for the most, who would have us believe that they are merely a stick of brown topped with a circle of green or, more succinctly, a lollipop. But! What is the english language if not solely a collection of sounds, graced with a meaning that is determined by common agreement… and we must ask ourselves, do not millions of children agree that trees are lollipops? Let us therefore call a tree a lollipop, and continue.

Here is young Tommy. Tommy has not a care in the world, which is not true, for all people have cares even if they only care about not caring. But he has close to no cares so let us say he has no cares, and continue. See him play? See how he frolics in the meadow by his mountain home? See, over there, beyond the hill which has claimed his attention momentarily. There is a orchard full of lollipops sprouting eggs.

Shall he spy them? Ah, but he already has! See how he runs to greet them and collect a few of the bright red eggs that have fallen to the ground (without breaking!). He bites into the shell of the egg… and… low and behold, he eats it! Surely all is possible if a child can eat the shell of an egg.

Here is a plastic bag. Given into the care of young Tommy by his mother for she knows he always comes home with things he has found and prefers him not to dirty his hands. And is not a bag a mere by product of a tree? What is that you say? It is not? Oh well, let us say it is, for surely anything is possible when eggs grow on lollipops. And is not wood also the by product of a tree? And what can be a container out of wood but a basket? So let us call a bag a basket, and continue.

See young Tommy, carrying a bag full of apples home to his mother, what a caring boy he is. Alas! Tommy trips… and falls. A stone was most inconsiderate to throw itself in his path. Tommy cries, for he put all his eggs in one basket and now has no more left for his Mother whom he loves. Silly Tommy, there are hundreds more lollipops just over the hill, Obviously he counted his chickens before they hatched! Wherefore are chickens hatching you say? Out of the eggs of course! A million more eggs are his for the picking. And when they are gone, more will grow upon the spring. For all people know that eggs grow on lollipops and bags are baskets and apples hatch into chickens and children don't have a care in the world……………