Sarah went inside, the excitement of the morning having inspired her to hunt. But alas, no shotgun shells anywhere, and besides, her caribou license had expired. "lucky beasts" she sighed, and sat down at the TV set.
The set was asking her if she really liked the shape of her feet.
"i never really thought about it before," said Sarah to the TV set.
The TV then sat down next to her and showed her several brochures explaining foot-shaping surgery. After an hour of persuasive selling, Sarah decided: round, spherical feet, like the casters on chairs.
"You'll never pick up your feet again" the TV set promised.
