Me: So Whisky, it's cold, wet and snowy outside, you don't want to go out (despite hanging round the back door until I opened it pretending you did), what shall we do tonight instead?
Whisky: How about scary winter stories?
Me: OK, go on then.
Whisky: Oh, and did I mention there's a hidden moral in the story...?
Me: Hmmm... is it something about... no sorry, no idea. Scrabble?