Just the fax, ma'am.I met a talking fig tree once. Actually, it wasn't the tree that talked, it was the figs. They would spend all day talking to each other as they grew on the tree.
One of the figs, who's name was Justin became a very close friend of mine. He was rather dyslexic, so sometimes I had to ask the other figs what he was saying.
One day, I was talking to him, and he came up with a phrase "your magic-nation', and as usual, I had to ask the others what he had said.
"Don't worry," said one, "Just the fig meant 'your imagination'."
Just the fax, ma'am.