In the good old days—some sixty years ago, when Canada was still Canada and Canadian schools were still, well, schools—the children in little Ian’s class were set the task of writing a short story.
Before they embarked upon their future literary masterpieces, the teacher offered a bit of guidance:
“Your stories should contain a touch of God (yes, in those days Our Lord had not yet been shown the door), a mention of the Queen, a hint of sex, and, in the end, some intrigue—or at least an open question to give the reader pause.”
Little Ian was the first to finish. It took him no more than a couple of minutes, after which he marched up and placed his composition neatly on the teacher’s desk. This is what he had written:
“Oh my God!” cried the Queen. “I’m pregnant again—and once more I haven’t the faintest idea by whom!”
A short story
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