A young lady swung her prized parasol back and forth as she chatted with her friends. She loved her friends but loved her parasol even more.
Years later, the girl's non-stop chatting irritated her friends, especially when she was going on about her precious parasol.
She even chatted with her enemies, sometimes accidentally revealing vital information to them much to the disappointment of her employer.
She gurgled on her blood as the knife left her mouth and dripped onto her lovely parasol.