I met a farmer who says that he uses every part of the chicken except for the cluck.
“What about cows?” I asked him. “You use the moo?”
“Nope,” he said.
“What about pigs?” I asked him. “You use the oinks?”
“Don’t use those either,” he said.
“So, what do you do with them?”
He took me to a cellar door and we walked down the stairs.
Rows and rows of jars, full of clucks, oinks, and moos.
“There’s also a few screams from nosy tresspassers,” he grinned.
I walked out with a jar, containing his last gasp of surprise.
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Haha! The question/answer “flow” is just right. The transition to people with the sentence “a few screams from nosy trespassers” and the final sentence. Very good!