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In the community where my MIL grew up in the '30s, there was an old character who used to tell tall tales and the neighbourhood kids would gather at his place to hear him spin his yarns.
One day he told a story about duck hunting. He told then he quietly approached a small lake with his shotgun and there, on the surface of the lake were more ducks than he'd ever seen. He got into position and fired. When he was done collecting all the ducks he'd hit with that one shot, there were 99.
One of the boys in the group asked him why he didn't make it 100.
To which the man's wife retorted, "You don't think he'd lie for one duck, do you?"
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Les
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Les
My train of thought has been replaced by a bumper car.
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