During my recent tourism jaunt, I was struck by a historical marker telling a story of how Abraham Lincoln would stay at this one small inn while riding his law-circuit, and there was an anecdote that one time he was by the fire as some children played with a pig bladder inflated like a balloon, and he convinced them to put throw it in the fire, and it exploded and rained fire down everywhere, and he took a broom and went to go put out the pieces of flaming pig bladder, but the broom itself caught on fire, and a new one had to be ordered from Springfield, and amidst all of this chaos he realized he was late for some professional appointment and had to leave.
It was quite amusing, so I texted a picture of the plaque that told this story to my one (half British) (half Sudanese) friend (the sister of the sister-brother pair), to which she texted back -
As you do - play with a pigs bladder
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