The neighbor's dog pooped in our yard, so my wife told me to get the shovel and toss it over their fence. But that didn't solve anything. Now the neighbors have my shovel and someone still has to pick up the poop in our yard.
"Well, Art is Art, isn't it? Still, on the other hand, water is water. And east is east and west is west and if you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does. Now you tell me what you know."