Waiter, there are butterflies in my couscous!
Jacob wasn't well yesterday, and I suspected him of being feverish when he started complaining about butterflies in the couscous he was having for lunch.
Anyway, he had some for his tea today and complained of the same thing, but I've worked out that he's actually talking about the sultanas - apparently, they look like butterflies' bodies.
I sense a childhood of similarly imaginative excuses for not eating various foods looming.
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Keep abreast of the elaborate excuses, I say. Stick a butterfly net near the cooker and go "Aaaaaa! Nooooo!" in a tiny, high-pitched voice while you cook.
don't forget to leave a sprinkling of tiny butterfly wings around the stove afterwards.
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