Since its friday
Little Nancy was in the garden, filling in a hole, when her
neighbour peered over the fence.
Interested in what the cheeky-faced youngster was doing, the
neighbour politely asked, "What are you up to there, Nancy?"
"My goldfish died," replied Nancy tearfully, without looking
up,"and I've just buried him."
The neighbour was concerned, "That's an awfully big hole for a goldfish, isn't it?"
Nancy patted down the last heap of earth and replied,
"That's because he's inside your bleeping cat."
[Edited on 3/11/06 by Gav]
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