Seems likely, when a conversation like this makes sense:
RX: "You'd better get horizontal. You're so sleepy, I'm afraid you might turn into a turnip and there I'd be, havin' to explain why there's a five-foot-12 girl-shaped turnip--"
Tam, yawning off to her room: "--a pillar of turnip."
R: "Yeah! I'll tell 'em you looked back an' there was a salt shortage. A pillar of turnip by day and three if by sea!"
T: "...Right...?"
...My Mother the Sunday-School teacher is so proud now....
Update
2 days ago
2 comments:
Wouldn't a pillar, what with its presumably high center of gravity, more easily fall off the turnip truck?
H'mmm. That would explain why she, in fact, did not turn into a turnip, then. Oh, Western Science is so wonderful!
;)
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