A Lady in the Hospital

A few days ago, I got terribly sick and I had to stay in the hospital.   There was a woman in the bed next to mine.  She was so thin that she   seemed almost transparent. The arms she put round her neck were frail bones that reminded you of chicken bones; and her little withered body was like an autumn leaf, you felt it might be blown away by the first sharp wind.

          Every meal she always scream, “Sperm, Sperm, I want sperm.” At first I didn’t get her words. Then I realized what she was saying. I said to her, “ Spoon.  You mean spoon right? It is not sperm.”  Shame on her.