Husband enters house, closes door, walks into living room.

husband: Flamingos!

wife: Flamingos.

husband: Yes! They’re all over the place.

wife: Really.

husband: Yes! There are several dozen of those plastic flamingos on our neighbor’s yard.

wife: (goes to door, opens door, looks left, looks right, closes door). There are no flamingos.

husband: What? Of course there are. (goes to door, opens door, closes door) Well they’re gone now. But they were there.

wife: Ok. (blinks)

husband: I wonder if I’m onto something here. Let me try it again. (clears throat) There are some annoying kids living on our block.

Both listen to the sound of children yelling at each other.

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