No Use Crying over Life's Spilled Lemons

    Citrus Jones chose to pass the time stuck inside one rainy day by juggling lemons. Having successfully mastered juggling three, he figured four wouldn't be too much harder, and he wanted a challenge. So while his mom was kneading bread dough in the kitchen, he grabbed three more lemons from the fruit drawer and gave his best attempt.

    Before he even released the last one from his hands, the first one bonked him on the head. Later on he'd give this as the reason he dropped the rest and slipped on one. In his flailing as he tumbled to the ground, he managed to send three of the still-descending lemons flying into the ceiling fan, which thoroughly sent rind and juice splattering over the entire kitchen. Much of it unbelievably, but not surprisingly, landed in the bread dough.

    Mrs. Jones was furious, she had worked for days starting the culture, mixing, and proofing the dough, and now it was ruined.

    Once Citrus had collected himself from his fumble, with great poise he replied, "Now that's some sour dough."

    And he grabbed three more lemons from the fruit drawer, then walked out the house juggling his comfortable number of lemons.