Once, there was a bowl named Monsieur Benedough who lived on a shelf and thought it was a hat.
Every time someone tried to fill it with soup, it said, “No thank you, I’m for heads!”
One day, a breeze from the Brook knocked the bowl right off the shelf –
and it landed perfectly atop a dandelion’s head.
The dandelion said, “This is highly irregular.”
The bowl said, “But don’t I look dashing?”