“Oh, the tulips are lovely! Whose garden is it?”

“That’s a log jam.”

“Log jam? No, I mean the tulips on the log.”

“Log jam. Right guys?”

“Yeah!” “Yes.” “Oh, yeah, that’s a log jam. Don’t you know log jam?”

“You are pulling my leg,” says Trish.

Heads all shake, no, no. “Log jam.” “Yeah, traditional.” Whisper: “She’s from where?”

Trish falls for the furphy, hook, line and tulip, once again.

“Just wait’ll we take you snipe hunting.”

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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: furphy.