The invite came from Texas, a woman born and raised in England and nicknamed after the 28th state in the Union. It read: “You are invited to the Virginia City Idioglossic Breakfast Club gathering this Monday at 9 a.m.”
Fuzz répondez s’il vous plaît’d immediately.
The morning of the gathering came, and Fuzz learned it was a collection of six non-native English speakers aside from myself and Texas. There was no set topic as he had supposed there would be, but simply an open forum where each present could speak freely in their first tongue.
Fuzz listened intently, understanding nothing. Finally, he felt brave enough to say, “Thank you for inviting me to this little shindig.”
Suddenly, Texas turned, and in English so perfect it would have put Elizabeth II to shame, said, “We understood nothing you said.”
The other six English Second Language speakers roared with laughter. Confused by their sense of humor, Fuzz decided later that morning to look up the definition of idioglossic.
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