My Goldfish Died


Little Tim was in the garden filling in a hole when his
neighbor peered over the fence.  Interested in what the
rosy-cheeked youngster was up to, he politely asked,
"What are you up to there, Tim?"

"My goldfish died," replied Tim tearfully, without looking
up, "and I've just buried him."

The neighbor was concerned, "That's an awfully big hole
for a goldfish, isn't it?"

Tim patted down the last heap of earth then replied,
"That's because he's inside your freakin' cat!"