What's in the moat?

[EmtheFishLady]

Capvin is coming for dinner...is he your spy?

 

[Bunnylady]

If we never hear from him again, we'll know why.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

Whom? Capvin or MFB? Anybody got any lime?

 

[Spookwriter]

Oh Dear...is poor Capvin about to become more
fooder for the Queen...?

Tell us Em...Do you come with a warning label?

 

[EmtheFishLady]

Even if I did have a warning label, what man would read it?

 

[JD4570]

My dear Queen, don't you mean what man would stop even after reading it? Anyway, sometime ago I wasn't able to keep an appointment with the Queen, in which I deeply regret. I'm now available for that appointment. Besides, we never got to play that game of , ahem, Twister.

 

[EmtheFishLady]

JD, I just assumed since men do not read directions, they don't read warning labels either.

 

[sourland]

What's direction, and what indeed is a warning label?

 

[Bunnylady]

Direction, Sour, is something you evidently lack a sense of, if your broody GPS is any indication.

But warning labels are usually printed in bright colors in the hope that they might attract the eye and convey some sort of message about the inadvisability of proceeding along a certain course of action. I'm trying to think of an example . . . .

 

[sourland]

Oh! I've very evidently missed a few of those warning labels during my life's journey.