Burning Fork

As a kid I was always tormented by my older brother at dinner
time. He would always sit next to me, always get there before i
did, and and he would always lick my fork. When he did this I
couldn’t use it any more and had to get a new one. After a few
nights of getting up and retrieving a new fork I got an idea. I
made a special attempt to get to the table before he did and get
a hold of my fork. I got it and then held it over the candle for
a minute or so, and then set it down and waited for dinner. My
brother arrived and picked up the fork, and licking it from top
to bottom, roasting his toungue in the process.