An
old man who'd lived all his life back up in the hills came to visit
a childhood friend. Now he'd never laid eyes on a train or the iron
rails on which they run.
Standing
in the middle of the tracks one day, he heard a distant whistle...
WOOOO--ooo---OOOOO! but didn't have a clue as to what it meant or
his impending danger.
Predictably,
the old boy is hit -- fortunately it's just a side swipe, and he's
thrown, head over heels off the tracks, gets off with minor internal
injuries, a few broken bones, and some bruises.
After
weeks in the hospital recovering, he's at a friend's place for dinner
one evening. Standing in the kitchen, he hears the rising whistle
of the family tea kettle wooOOO....
Springing
into action, he grabs a rolling pin and mercilessly bashes and smashes
the once merry kettle into a useless, shapeless hunk of copper.
His
friend, hearing the fuss, rushes into the kitchen, sees what's happened
and asks his friend, "Why'd you wreck our lovely tea kettle?"
The
mountain man replies: "Man, you gotta kill these things when
they're small." |
