A Kind Neighbor
“Will you permit me, friend, to shoot one of the ducks in this pond? I’ll give you two marks for it.”
“Certainly, sir!”
The gunner pays the money, kills the duck, and, encouraged by his luck, asks the farmer if he may have a second one, pays him two more marks and kills another duck.
“Would you allow me to shoot a third one?”
“Sure, shoot all you want to; the ducks don’t belong to me, but to my neighbor.”