Parapluie
needs no introduction...it's where you and I live.
At the end of the desert, he came to a low wall.
Lying by the wall was a woman with an umbrella shading her bottom.
"Is this a town?" asked Francis.
"It's well fortified," said the woman.
"But may I enter?" he persisted.
"There's nothing there," she said. "Nothing you want."
"What's it called?" he asked.
"Parapluie. And it's not a town but a city."
"What's the difference?"
"Well, across this wall, no one will talk to you.
No one talks to each other. Don't tell anyone I told you this."
"I won't."
"You will."
"I won't."
"You will."