A young couple were on their honeymoon.
They were staying at remote, log cabin resort way up in the mountains.
They had checked in early in the week and hadn't been seen since.
The elderly couple who ran the resort began to get worries about the two.
The old man decided to go and see if they were alright.
He knocked on the door of the cabin and a voice from inside answered.
"We're fine, we're living on the fruits of love," the husband called out.
"I thought so," the owner replied. "Would you mind not throwing the peelings out the window? They're choking my ducks."
Possum; AKA:- Ali El-Aziz Mohamed Gundawiathan
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