An old
lady saw a little boy with a
fishing-rod over his shoulder and a jar of
tadpoles in his hand walking
through the park one Sunday. "Little
boy," she called, "don't you
know you shouldn't go fishing on a
Sunday?" "I'm not going
fishing, ma'am," he called back, "I'm going
home."
Sunday, September 18, 2011
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