One of my friends is in advertising. Recently, we were corresponding via email and I decided that I, the author of a scandalously unpopular website, would help him, the advertising professional, with an idea for a commercial. Unfortunately, the idea drifted a little bit from my original vision.
He pulled the dagger from the heart of the hyena and watched the black blood dribble into the sand. Raising to his feet, Mumjumbe noticed a thin curl of smoke coming from the chimney of his hut. He walked across the savannah to the doorway of his home. He peered through and saw his wife standing before a fire.Posted by Cody at October 10, 2005 6:33 PM"Woman, I have killed the hyena; the village is safe. What is this fire for?"
"It is cornbread. I've made it to celebrate your triumph," she said.
Mumjumbe laughed boisterously. "Sunny Valley Brand Cornbread! This truly is a celebration!"
She lowered her head and looked at her feet. Quietly, she mumbled, "Mumjumbe, we're out of Sunny Valley Brand Cornbread. I'm sorry. I've failed you as a wife."
Mumjumbe stopped laughing. "No, it is I who am sorry. I am sorry for killing the murderous hyena. I should've merely captured him, and then thrown him in here with you and your inferior cornbread."
(Then a graphic appears on the screen: Happy Valley Cornbread... Anything else means dishonor.)