Passerby—Say, boy, your dog bit me on the ankle!
Boy—Well, dat’s as high as he could reach. You wouldn’t expect a little pup like him to bite yer neck would yer?
“A scoundrel insulted my wife and I walked five miles through a blinding snow-storm to his home so that I could give him a thrashing.”
“My! but that was a distance to walk to thrash a man. Did you walk back?”
“No, I rode back in an ambulance.”
“Is your sister ever out of temper?”
“I should say not. She’s got it to give away.”