Someone has stolen my pears. I have a suspect in mind but I won't confront him (or her)–rather I shall say: "Have you noticed anyone in my yard picking my fruit?"
Stealing pears from a blind dude. Man, does that ever stink!
Of course, there are so many dreadful occurences on this planet that my little pear tree's violation is as nothing…
But I hope they choke on my little Anjous. I hope they get gout! I hope they bite into a live wasp!
Hey, maybe he or she will grow up to be a saint, like Augustine, regreting the theft of pears.
I hope they get gout!