Marie was so scatterbrained! She couldn’t focus on anything for more than a couple seconds. By the time she was finished looking at the petunias, she would forget that she had to look at the roses too.
One day she was taking a bath and, this is embarrassing, she forgot to scrub under her fingernails.
“I’m such a scatterbrain!” Said Marie. “If my head wasn’t attached to my body I’d lose it completely!”
No one was arguing with her on that. In fact, most people were surprised that she had managed to hold onto it for as long as she had.
“Maybe I should get a basket to carry my head around in!” Joked Marie. She couldn’t remember how many pieces of pie she had had that day.
Later that spring Marie was sent to the Guillotine. Her head was severed from her body, and rolled neatly into a basket.
She never lost her train of thought again.
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There certainly are.
A tisket, a tasket. A red and bloody basket… 🎵
How pleasant.
It was your story!
Oh, you’re right.
Did she say anything about cake?
I think she was in favor of it.
A revolutionary cure for absent-mindedness
Works every time.
One should never put all the eggheads into one basket.
Absolutely. The basket would run out of space.
I think we could all learn a lesson from Marie.
I think so too, thought I’m entirely at a loss as to what that would be.
Don’t forget to scrub under your fingernails 🤷🏻♀️
Of course! I totally missed it.
I hear doctors are doing miracles with head transplants these days…
I could use one of those!
I don’t remember how many slices of cake I had for breakfast, either. Counting calories is not healthy. Does that mean decapitation awaits me?
I wouldn’t count it out.