The Chree

‘I spy with my little eye, something beginning with C-H, “ch”.’

‘Children?’

‘No.’

‘Chocolate?’

‘No.’

‘Chair? Chin? Chess?’

‘No.’

‘I give up. Will you tell me?’

‘Chree.’

‘Ahhhh, chree!’ Because yes, actually. Yes.

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