Farmer Brown is lying on his deathbed barely able to breathe. Just as he is about to expire, the aroma of freshly baked brownies comes to him. He has always had a passion for this confection and thinks to himself,' If I could just have one more brownie I could die in peace!'
He calls to his wife but his voice is so frail she cannot hear him. Not getting an answer, he slides out of the bed and onto the floor. He drags himself across the room and out into the hallway.
Down the hall and down the stairs he goes ever so slowly, crawling hand over hand closer to that heavenly smell. At the bottom of the stairs he pulls himself along painfully -- hand over hand closer to that delicious aroma.
He drags himself across the living room across the dining room and finally up into his chair at the dining table. He reaches across the table and grabs the tray of freshly baked brownies.
As he drags the tray towards himself it makes a scraping noise, and suddenly he hears his wife yell from the kitchen, "Don't touch the brownies, they're for the funeral!"
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