What nature doesn't do to us will be done by our fellow man
Today is fired. Health: worse. Plans for evening: scotched. Internal soundtrack: stuck on "The Merry Minuet," which is why I am attempting to combat it with loud catchy brass. Success: marginal.

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Okay, actually, it hurt, but that made me laugh.
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...We don't know why that means "Help!" We suspect it's because we come into the room, discover her wedged in the kettledrum/standing on the tricycle, and exclaim, "Noel!" --thereby inextricably linking her name with imminent bodily harm.
Glad we could make you laugh. *hugs*