Oh well, I've already done this.
Jane Austen
It is a truth universally acknowledged that a man with a lottery ticket must be in want of a fortune.
‘My dear Mr. Clarke,’ said his lady to him one morning, ‘have you seen your post today?’
Mr. Clarke replied that he had not.
Mrs. Clarke handed him a sheaf of envelopes.
‘There’s one from Mr. Dedicoat at Lottery HQ,’ Mr. Clarke exclaimed. ‘It would appear that our numbers have come up.’
‘Have they indeed?’
‘Five, six, fourteen, twenty, twenty-one and forty-seven. And the bonus ball too. Now there’s a fine thing.’
‘Indeed it is, Mr. Clarke.’
When the first tumult of joy was over, Mr. and Mrs. Clarke turned at once to the matter of how their one hundred pounds might be spent.
‘We could marry Fanny and Susannah,’ said Mrs. Clarke.
‘Yes,’ said her husband. ‘And buy a helicopter.’
‘A what?’
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