Margaret: How was your Sunday dinner with your family last week?
Ethel: Well it wasn't all that great.
Margaret: Why? What happened?
Ethel: Well I didn't have either cabbage in the house so I asked Harold to go out in the field a cut a nice one for me. He was gone about an hour so I went to look for him. My dear Marg, I found him face down in the field dead.
Margaret: Oh my God, Ethel!!!! What did you do?
Ethel: I had to open a bag of frozen brussel sprouts.
