I was armed to the teeth with a pitiful little smith & wesson's seven-shooter, which carried a ball like a homopathic pill, and it took the whole seven to make a dose for an adult. But i thought it was grand. It appeared to me to be a dangerous weapon. It had only one fault - you could not hit anything with it.
As a boy, i once saw a cart of melons that sorely tempted me. I sneaked up to the cart and stole a melon. I went into the alley to devour it, but no sooner had i set my teeth into it, than i paused, a strange feeling coming over me. I came to a quick conclusion. Firmly, i walked up to that cart, replaced the melon - and took a ripe one.