“You ate all the ham, didn’t you?”

“No, none of the ham.”

“But did you have the ham?” the answer was yes.

“No.” He could taste the delicious pig in his mouth. Even the soft cookie, gift from the duck, couldn’t mask the taste of the gorgeous salty meat. The meat that compelled him to lie.

“But did you though?”

“Basically Harry, mate,” he said, “what is life?” This was a delicious disguise, to cover up the pork hanging out of his gaping nosh hole.

“Yeah okay.” Grumbled Harry, clueless. He had got away with it. Probably. Maybe. Maybe.