Little eight-year-old Nancy was in the garden filling in a hole when her neighbor peered over
the fence. Interested in what the youngster was doing, he asked: "What are you doing there, Freda?"
"My goldfish died," Freda sobbed. "And I've just buried him."
The obnoxious neighbor laughed and said condescendingly: "That's a really big hole for a little goldfish, don't you think?"
Nancy patted down the last heap of earth with her shovel and replied: "That's because he's inside