Cider
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Loading ...Five-year-old Timmy is playing with scissors in nursery, and he cuts himself. He rushes to the teacher.
“Miss, miss! I’ve cut my hand! I need some cider, miss!”
“Cider?!” cries the teacher, horrified, “Why on Earth do you want that, Timmy?”
“Well,” explains the boy, “my big sister says that whenever she gets a prick in her hand she puts it in cider.”
