Symbolic Underpants

Keep it in the shopping bag, Edna. There is a small goat taking suspicious glances across the aisle at you. I think it wants to see your stamp collection.

What will you want when all these sandwiches no longer satisfy? How could you offer change like that to a small Mongolian jelly-merchant?

I have seen the traffic-lights you speak of, and they do know the secrets of all the mathematical systems across the known universe.

These are the real Symbolic Underpants and I wear them to impress the natives. Do we ever have the need for goats in our car parks?

This is only a small round thing we keep in the packet for use when the small round thing is deemed necessary. Much like those devices you use to keep the wood-lice entertained, it should only ever be used in an emergency.

I forget how this happens and I forget what to do about it. Now that it is over, what else can we do except look at which way the dog expresses its interest in small Chinese vases?