I have just finished reading a book called "The Adventures Of Hank The Cowdog" written by John R. Erikson, and I read this really funny conversation between Hank and his sidekick, Drover.
Hank: Drover, something fishy is going on here.
Drover: Yeah, and I love fish. Everything except the scales and bones. I ate a scale once and got choked.
Hank: Scales are used for weighing fish. You should never eat the scales. Did you actually chew it up and swallow it?
Drover: Oh yeah, but then it got hung up in my throat.
Hank: I'm not surprised. Those things are big.
Drover: Yeah, but catfish don't have any scales.
Hank: Well, in a sense you're right, Drover, but in another sense you're wrong. You see, technically speaking, the scales belong to the people who catch the fish, not the fish themselves. Hencely, you're correct in saying that catfish don't have any scales, but neither do.... name some other kind of fish.
Drover: Well lets see. There's a big fish and a little fish.
Hank: exactly, and because of the vast difference in size between your big fish and your little fish... I see to have lost the thread of this conversation.
Drover: Needles?
Hank: Ah yes. For every needle in this life, there is a thimble waiting to push it through the fabric of society....why are you crossing your eyes at me?
Drover: I don't know; I guess I'm confused. I don't know what we're talking about.
Hank: Well neither do I, so just be quiet.
Drover: Okay.
Hank: There you go again! You are talking! You know Drover, you just can't keep your mouth shut. Unlike me, I can keep my mouth shut for years at a time, why I have even been known to....
(Hank hears Drover snoring.) Drover? Drover! Wake up!
(Hank scoffs and lies down.) Oh, well. I could use a nap myself.
End of chapter.
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