The ‘roughpotatofallacy’ Fallacy (RPF3)

Nobody knew the meaning of the ‘roughpotatofallacy.’ Or indeed the ‘fallacy’ of the ‘roughpotato.’ There were those who spent long minutes, seconds even, attempting to decode its doubtless profound and meaningful depths. And there were those who thought it was ‘just nonsense.’

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“What do you think?,” said Mr Squirrel.

“Nuts,” said Mr Squirrel’s brother, Sandra.

“I agree,” said Mr Squirrel. “It’s just nonsense.”

“No,” said Sandra. “I am a squirrel. I want nuts. I couldn’t care less about this rough so-called potato so-called fallacy.”

“Oh,” said Mr Squirrel, who rummaged in his satchel and passed his brother some nuts.

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“What do you make of it?,” said Mrs Frog to her sister, Errol.

“Ribbit,” said Errol.

“Is that all you’ve got to say?”

“Ribbit.”

“Frogs these days.”

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“This soup is cold,” said the bovine gastronome, as he licked his paw in disgust.

“At least it’s not the rough potato fallacy,” said the chef.

“What?!,” said Billy the bear.

“Nothing,” said the chef.

The bovine gastronome reconsidered his choice of dining venue.

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And thus it was concluded that the rough so-called potato so-called fallacy had no meaning or depth whatsoever. It was not profound, it was not consequential, nor was it judicious or sagacious or perspicacious. So sayeth the squirrel, the frog and the bear; also Larrimena and Mickalonius; not forgetting the crew of the intergalactic cruiser the Happy Salmon; and Dr Tasslethwart, Ms Flottigan-Smythe, ‘Smasher’ Bentley of the 2 Tuf Dance Krew and Braunton the Bearded Beaver.

The thoughts of the fleeing criminal, however, could not be discerned. Which was probably just as well, as his thoughts were indiscernible. He sat around for a bit, fiddled with his chin hairs and wondered what to do next.

“Aha!,” said the fleeing criminal, as he cut a neat hole out of the firmament with a pair of orange safety scissors, squeezed through and tumbled happily into oblivion.