On the first day of the Dacshund's trip, the Dacshund wandered off too far, got lost in a bush and within minutes, the Dacshund encountered a very hungry looking leopard.
Realizing he was in trouble, but, noticing some fresh bones on the ground, the Dacshund started to chew on them, with his back to the leopard. As the leopard was about to leap, the Dacshund smacked his lips and exclaimed loudly, "Boy, that was one delicious leopard. I wonder if there are any more around here."
The leopard stopped mid-stride, and slinked away into the trees.
"Phew," said the leopard, "that was close - that evil little dog nearly had me."
A monkey nearby saw everything and thought he'd win a favor by setting the leopard straight.
When the leopard heard the monkey's story, he felt angry at being made a fool, and offered the monkey a ride back to see him get revenge.
As the leopard and monkey approached, beads of sweat began to break out on the Dacshund's forehead. Thinking quickly, he once again turned his back and pretended not to notice them. And when the pair got within earshot, the Dacshund said aloud, "Now where's that monkey gone? I sent him ages ago to bring me another leopard..."
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
There must be a pony in there somewhere
This joke is often ascribed to Ronald Reagan, he apparently told and retold it so many times that his staff would often be heard repeating the line - "there's got to be a pony in there somewhere".
There are twin boys of five or six. Mom was worried that the boys had developed extreme personalities -- one was a total pessimist, the other a total optimist -- their parents took them to a psychiatrist.
First the psychiatrist treated the pessimist. Trying to brighten his outlook, the psychiatrist took him to a room piled to the ceiling with brand-new toys. But instead of yelping with delight, the little boy burst into tears. "What's the matter?" the psychiatrist asked, baffled. "Don't you want to play with any of the toys?" "Yes," the little boy bawled, "but if I did I'd only break them."
Next the psychiatrist treated the optimist. Trying to dampen his out look, the psychiatrist took him to a room piled to the ceiling with horse manure. But instead of wrinkling his nose in disgust, the optimist emitted just the yelp of delight the psychiatrist had been hoping to hear from his brother, the pessimist. Then he clambered to the top of the pile, dropped to his knees, and began gleefully digging out scoop after scoop with his bare hands. "What do you think you're doing?" the psychiatrist asked, just as baffled by the optimist as he had been by the pessimist. "With all this manure," the little boy replied, beaming, "there must be a pony in here somewhere"
There are twin boys of five or six. Mom was worried that the boys had developed extreme personalities -- one was a total pessimist, the other a total optimist -- their parents took them to a psychiatrist.
First the psychiatrist treated the pessimist. Trying to brighten his outlook, the psychiatrist took him to a room piled to the ceiling with brand-new toys. But instead of yelping with delight, the little boy burst into tears. "What's the matter?" the psychiatrist asked, baffled. "Don't you want to play with any of the toys?" "Yes," the little boy bawled, "but if I did I'd only break them."
Next the psychiatrist treated the optimist. Trying to dampen his out look, the psychiatrist took him to a room piled to the ceiling with horse manure. But instead of wrinkling his nose in disgust, the optimist emitted just the yelp of delight the psychiatrist had been hoping to hear from his brother, the pessimist. Then he clambered to the top of the pile, dropped to his knees, and began gleefully digging out scoop after scoop with his bare hands. "What do you think you're doing?" the psychiatrist asked, just as baffled by the optimist as he had been by the pessimist. "With all this manure," the little boy replied, beaming, "there must be a pony in here somewhere"
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