My landlady was telling the story of a special chicken dish she was preparing. I am a lacto-vegetarian, so I quipped: “How could you?” She told how she had ordered a special farm chicken, whose name was Rosie. Rosie arrived alive. A dilemma ensued. Nonetheless Rosie was slaughtered. After loving preparation, when it came to eating the poor bird, she was apparently so tough that she was inedible. My response was: “that was Rosie’s revenge!” She and everyone laughed.