The night ended with a soft thud as Chainsaw whacked himself in the head with his elbow. Mrs. Chicken, fighting back laughter, snuggled closer. “Maybe Thursdays are just for back rubs, Chainsaw,” she whispered.

Over breakfast the next day, Chainsaw regaled their neighbor with his tale of their Tantric spooning innovation. The neighbor, doubled over in laughter, finally wheezed out, “Chainsaw, my friend, spooning isn’t about digging for buried treasure! It’s about cuddling close, like two spoons in a drawer!”

Chainsaw’s cheeks flushed crimson. Mrs. Chicken, ever the picture of patience, patted his hand. “There, there. At least your spooning technique is…energetic.” Then, a sly smile spread across her face. “Though, perhaps next time we could focus on cuddling instead of creating new archeological techniques. And for future reference, spooning is the snuggling, while a spoonerism is when you accidentally switch sounds in words, like ‘ending a sentence with a preposition’ coming out as ‘prepositioning a sentence with an end.'”
Chainsaw’s eyes widened in realization. “Oh! So that’s why Professor Tibbles never understood when I wanted to borrow his spork!”

Note: Story written by A.I. (not very good, is it!)