A kindly old lady came across a little boy sitting on the pavement crying his eyes out. 'What's the matter?' she asked.
'It's my birthday!' he cried. 'And I had a bicycle and new sneakers and this afternoon theres a party with chips and jelly and a birthday cake and a jumping castle afterwards. . .' and he had to
stop talking because he was crying so hard.
'But that's lovely,' said the old lady. 'Why are you crying?'
'Because I'm lost!'
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