Little Nancy’s Goldfish
Little Nancy was in the garden filling in a hole when her neighbor peeked
over the fence. Interested, he asked,
over the fence. Interested, he asked,
“What are you up to there, Nancy?”
“My goldfish died,” Nancy said tearfully, without looking up, “and I just buried him.”
The neighbor laughed and said condescendingly, “That’s a really big hole for a goldfish, isn’t it?”
Nancy patted down the last heap of earth then replied,
“That’s because my goldfish is inside your cat.”
