When Mr. Bull visited my home, he found me searching for something. It was just after I had my meal. He asked me if I was searching for a tranquil place to sleep in. But I said I was searching for a toothpick.
“I lost it, I need it badly”.
“What’s in a toothpick? You could always take another one from the pack”, he said.
“Well, then this toothpick will lose its purpose!”
“What’s its purpose?” he asked.
“To pick my tooth”, I said.
He disagreed and handed me over a new one.
“But then what’s the purpose of this new one”, I asked.
“To pick your tooth”.
“Then what about the lost one? I chose it to pick my tooth.”