Prophecy

Marie Antoinette chuckled with her friends.

"Then let them eat the good bread."

The mob outside raged. "She taunts us!"

"Oh dear." She went onto her balcony to address them. "I didn't mean today, sillies. I meant your descendants. In the future good bread will be common. And --"

She tried to think of the most exotic food in the world.

"Pineapples. Pineapples will be available to all."

"She is a prophet!"

"Yes. So you see, it is not I who taunts you. It is the future."

"The future taunts us. Kill it!"

They tracked the future down to a small house on the border where it was cowering in a cupboard disguised as a shepherdess. Then the mob led this whimpering thing to the guillotine and chopped its head off.