{WW}
involuntary/involuntarily
Mrs.
Brown was busy being a domestic housewife. She baked fresh raspberry muffins
with lemon flavouring for afternoon lunch for her family. She made a large
apple crisp for Sunday Dinner Company. Mrs. Brown even washed her floors and
wiped down her counter tops. It was indeed a virtuous day. When Mrs. Brown took
her last pan of muffins out of the oven she burst forth into song, involuntarily,
“My bonnie has tuberculosis, my bonnie has one rotten lung, she spits in a pail
by her bedside… and saves it for chewing gum…”
“What?
What’s that, mom?” Middle Brown asked quickly, one eye still trained on his
Black Stallion book.
“Dentyne,
Dentyne, delicious nutritious Dentyne, Dentyne” sang Mrs. Brown.
“Mom,
what was the first part that you sang?” asked Middle Brown again.
“Oh,”
said Mrs. Brown, “something just came forth from the dark recesses of my brain.”
