Once when I was a little girl, my dad told me about working at a paper — I think it was the Sun? I’m not entirely sure — and waiting for the news of the Pulitzer Prize. The story, at least to little Meg, focused on nervously waiting for the results and then the celebration of getting the news.
I won’t tell you how old I was when I figured out that Pullet’s Surprise and the Pulitzer Prize were the same thing.
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!