>A little boy is in his backyard filling a hole with dirt. He is seen by his next-door neighbor who asks:
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>What are you doing?
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>Boy: Burying my Goldfish.
>Neighbor: That is a big hole for a Goldfish!
>Boy: I know. Your cat ate my Goldfish!
Here is another one about children: A university professor was strolling along the streets of Tübingen, when he sees a small boy, making an effort to reach a doorbell. Kindly, he asks, "should I help you"? - and rings the bell for the boy. The little boy says, "Now, we must run!", and off he goes.
Then, there are people who collect school essays, written (at least, so they claim), by children. One boy wrote, in his essay: "Yesterday I kissed a girl in a secret place. We were behind a bush."
And from another school essay: "In Java there are many volcanoes. Some have erections of up to 300 meters."
Difference in opinions hath cost many millions of lives: for instance, whether flesh be bread, or bread be flesh; whether whistling be a vice or a virtue; whether it be better to kiss a post, or throw it into the fire... (from Gulliver's Travels)
