One day a candle maker in Yorkshire was halfway through making a large batch of red candles.
He had been working without a break for many hours, so his wife bought him a plate of cheese for sustenance.
He was so keen to finish working he ignored the food and continued to be engrossed...
My twelfth son will be named Herakles...
...upon his birth I'll tell him he survived my wife's 12 Labours.
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