What a Rooster Can't Say
I must have been boasting or gloating about something, because Ida, my Ukrainian coworker, said, "You're crowing!"
A few minutes later I showed her a drawing I had just dashed off. It was a caricature of myself with a speech balloon in which I had written "Cock-a-doodle-doo!"
Ida looked at the drawing. "What's this?" she asked.
"It's me, crowing."
"But what's 'cock-a-doodle-doo'?"
"It's what a rooster says."
"What do you mean? A rooster says 'kukureku!'"
"In America, a rooster says 'cock-a-doodle-doo.'"
"Impossible," Ida said. "A rooster can't say doodle!"
A few minutes later I showed her a drawing I had just dashed off. It was a caricature of myself with a speech balloon in which I had written "Cock-a-doodle-doo!"
Ida looked at the drawing. "What's this?" she asked.
"It's me, crowing."
"But what's 'cock-a-doodle-doo'?"
"It's what a rooster says."
"What do you mean? A rooster says 'kukureku!'"
"In America, a rooster says 'cock-a-doodle-doo.'"
"Impossible," Ida said. "A rooster can't say doodle!"
1 Comments:
She has an excellent point.
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