An Act of Genius

I was feeling depressed and the ghost of Thomas Edison kept trying to cheer me up.

The ghost of Thomas Edison coated my dog Rexy’s tail in butter. Rexy went nuts, spinning in circles trying to eat the butter. Fascinatingly the butter turned to whipped cream.

It turns out fascination evaporates deep sadness and I was happy again. 

The ghost of Thomas Edison joked that he invented a cure for depression that could be sold in grocery stores.