How about some humour?
this is my Joke-du-Jour...
Once upon a time, there was a purple kingdom, and in that purple kingdom was a purple forest, and in that purple forest there was a purple cottage, and in that purple cottage there lived a wood cutter.
Every day the woodcutter would get out of his purple bed, put on his purple clothes, open his purple curtains, go down his purple stairs, have some breakfast in his purple kitchen, then pick up his purple lunch box and purple axe and go out into the purple forest to cut down purple trees all day.
One day he had just spent the morning cutting down the purple trees and he had just sat down in a purple clearing to eat his lunch when a purple stag wandered into the clearing. Quick as a flash he picked up his purple axe and hurled it at the purple stag, killing it.
By chance a troop of the purple king's purple guard rode through the forest just as he did this and they arrested him saying "only the purple king is allowed to kill purple stags, you're coming with us".
They dragged him back trhough the purple forest to the purple castle, over the purple drawbridge through the purple portcullis and up the purple stairs to the purple throne room .
The purple king said to the purple guards, "why have you brought this purple wood cutter to me?"
"He killed a purple stag sire"
"what??? Throw him in the purple dungeon" said the king.
So, the purple guards dragged the sobbing woodcutter out of the purple throneroom, down the purple stairs to the purple cellars and on to the purple dungeon.
They opened the purple cell door and said...
INDIGO
