(Day 3 of a week of retelling traditional folktales.)
What a beautiful dog! But did it have bad manners or what? It walked straight into a butcher’s shop, tail wagging, and stole a leg of lamb.
The butcher asked a lawyer, “Can I sue a dog owner?”
“I don’t see why not,” said the lawyer.
“Well,” said the butcher, “it’s your dog. You owe me twenty-four dollars and eleven cents.”
“My consultation fee is eight hundred,” said the lawyer. “You owe me the difference.”
For a number of years Suzie was the tea lady at a law firm. When she retired they employed a barista.
Milton was going for a relaxing stroll along the wharf. It was Thursday. He had an hour off for lunch. He’d had a fairly intense meeting all morning. Some of those little upstarts working in the office could be difficult to manage at times, especially being a law office. They were intelligent but quite, quite full of themselves. Some of them thought because they’d once read a book they had an infinite knowledge of law.
So it was nice to stroll along the wharf in the sunshine and breathe a little fresh sea air. Suddenly…
“Help! Help!” There was a person in the water. They had fallen off the wharf. They were drowning.
“Quick!” shouted Milton to a couple of passers-by. “Quick! There’s a person drowning!”
A young chap dived into the sea water and rescued the drowning lady. Why! The young chap was one of those troublesome young know-all lawyers from his office.
Milton would’ve jumped in and saved the woman himself, but he was wearing his best Italian-made shoes.
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