Plantation
We went to a Chinese restaurant. With the bill, I was handed a shell-like cookie. I bit into it, and as I did so I felt a piece of paper between my teeth.
The oracle prophesied: "All your troubles will quickly pass."
We left the establishment. I found a parking ticket on the window of my rental car. Two meters away from it stood the traffic warden. I paid him the fine straight away, and gave him my Chinese prophecy.
