Fruit of my coins

and thus the Spitzimixi did divide the fruit into that fruit what she could not eat and that fruit what she could eat. And the fruit what she could not eat was condemned to the green plate and put out of focus. And then the Spitzimixi read the ingredients of a pack of biscuits that she fancied eating and she swore mightily and slammed the cupboard shut and smote the radish and made salad. This almighty rage was caused by the abomination of the ice-cream having nuts in it and anyway, it's Tuesday, isn't that bad enough?!!