A couple of Christmases ago, we were playing Charades, or Pictionary, or some similar acting or drawing or guessing game. It was my daughter-in-law's turn.
She set to work, and we soon knew we needed to guess two words, and it was a concept. She mimed opening a book, and then put it down again. Dictionary? Book? Comic? Newspaper? She was pointing to various items in the room. The guesses were flying in. Christmas card? Santa? Apple? Candy cane? Jumper? Christmas card again, etc. Red? Cue frantic excitement. Thumbs up, we've identified the first word. Move on to the second.
She starts running up and down the room, flapping her arms. Fly? Bird? Plane? YES!! Red kite? Red Baron? Red Adair, Which one? Bird? YES!
Red kite? No. Red gull? Red eagle? No, no, no. We were running out of time. She's now standing on one leg, flapping her arms frantically, now putting one arm out in front of her mouth. Elephant bird? Robin red breast? (We were getting desperate). No. Blue jay? White eagle? The clock is ticking down. Woodpecker? Red sparrow? Red parrot? Dead parrot? Our repertoire of red birds now exhausted.
The clock ran down, and we didn't get it, even though we thought we were very close.
Go on then, what was it? Aaagh, you were so close, she said. Red heron, you know, when someone misleads you by giving a wrong clue. Cue fits of laughter from the whole family.