She sold sea shells by the seashore, primarily a small venture. But business was swift. Now she manages a large chain; ShellMart. Demand outstrips supply. People don’t care where the shells come from. We’re in a world where hermit crabs use plastic yoghurt pots as homes
“How does your garden grow, Mary?” “Oh, not so good these days. Kids stole the silver bells, smashed the cockle shells; and when Jack died, the council cut down the beanstalk.” “Isn’t that a different nursery rhyme?” (Sigh) “Oh, I don’t know. It’s difficult to keep up at my age”
absurd 