Mr. Burns and a woman with a tall lavender beehive and pearl necklace sit on a red picnic blanket beside a steaming tureen, a bottle of wine chilling…

What happens

Mr. Burns, the frail, very thin, stooped old man with a hooked nose and grey hair at the sides, and a woman with a tall lavender beehive and pearl necklace sit on a red picnic blanket beside a steaming tureen, a bottle of wine chilling in an ice bucket, a glass, and a wicker picnic basket holding grapes and bread. Burns, kneeling on the left, gestures with his hands and raises a finger while speaking, then stares ahead with a sour, puzzled look as the steam keeps rising from the pot. The woman sits calmly on the right, glancing sideways at him, and the setting is a grassy hillside under a purple sky.

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