Dee Rael, email

A MAN who had spent his whole life in the desert went to visit a friend in the city. He’d never been to the city, and on his way to his friend’s place he had to cross a railway track. Having never seen such a thing before, he stood in the middle of the tracks, wondering what they were. Soon enough, he heard a loud whistle, and turned to see a train bearing down on him at speed. He tried to get out of the way, but was hit and thrown to the side of the tracks. He sustained some broken bones, and had to spend weeks in the hospital recovering.

Soon after he left hospital the man went to his friend’s house for a party. While in the kitchen, he suddenly heard the kettle whistling. He grabbed a baseball bat from the nearby closet and proceeded to batter the kettle into a mangled lump of metal. Hearing all the commotion, his friend rushed into the kitchen. “Why’d you do that to my kettle?” he demanded.

The man from the desert replied: “Trust me, you gotta kill these things when they’re small.”