I suppose that we were all far too busy trying to get our tongues around the twister to have thought of this. And I always hated this one.
But it’s a very fair point.
(No, I have no idea why wisdom apparently now comes on a plate, either.)
Tapping into the laziness of the seashell-wanting population, I guess.
Look, the shells are right there if you want them – and they’re free! – but you might have to search around and wash a bit of sand off. Plenty of water for that right there, too.
But if you can’t be arsed with all that, and you have the money, then simply go see her. She’s right there, shelling seasells on the shesore.
Damn it.