Here at the newspaper, we get "pets of the week" from two different animal rescue groups. One works with the local shelter and the other finds foster homes for animals. We put a pet in the paper each week in hopes someone will adopt him or her.
This week, I got a photo of a pet and put it in. But then our art director got one from the other group. She asked if we could put in their pet instead, and hold off on the one I got.
"No," I said. "This pet could be dead by next week!"
"Hmmm," she said.
"Why don't we hold the OTHER pet for a week?" I asked.
"Because then THAT pet could be dead!" she said.
We put in both pets.

I've been whistling the "Silver Spoons" theme. Most people here don't know what I'm whistling. I think our intern wasn't BORN in 1982.