(The mother is away on a pilgrimage. The father and daughter are at the dining table.)
Daughter : Papa, I’m so hungry. Have you got anything to eat?
Father : Oh, darling, sure! Here I’ve got chappatis for you.
Daughter : No, dad. I don’t feel like eating now.
Father : But why? You said you were hungry.
Daughter : Yes, I’m hungry. I’m sorry to say this, but you’ve been giving me bread and chappatis for the past two days. I can’t eat them anymore.
Father : Please, bear with me dear. We’ll have a grand dinner tonight. Your mom comes home this evening.
Daughter : Really! Thank you, Dad.
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