New Zealand is supposed to be a nice country, so you purchase a ticket to New Zealand.

You have a million rupees and have only bought one thing, your stupid ticket. But not for long.

You go to the duty free shop and buy a Do-it-Yourself, make-your-own cereal kit, a little runty dog that you name AbFlab, a bottle of champagne, a brand new suitcase big enough for AbFlab, doggie treats and a year’s supply of Fast Burner.

You walk out of Duty Free with AbFlab snapping at your heels. AbFlab is allowed on the plane, but he has to go in a little crate. You pay for a luxury size one.

You load AbFlab into it and he leaves you a little present in your brand new jacket. You can’t say you’re sorry to see him go. He obviously feels the same way.

So you sell him to a hot dog factory for 100 rupees, 15 times less than what you paid for him. You hear him being made into a hot dog in the airport café. You are happy. You go back into Duty Free and buy a new dog.

It is even runtier than AbFlab. You call him WeinerDog. You pack WeinerDog in AbFlab’s crate. He seems to like AbFlab’s little present. You get on the plane.

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