He Wanted Witnesses
Gunner (who has shot a rabbit at last):—“Oh, for some witnesses to this!”
Enlightened Him
Baron (to his neighbor at a pheasant hunt):—“Did you not notice; I hit that pheasant—the feathers flew!”
Förster:—“Yes, I saw it—so did the pheasant.”
The Stolen Deer
Poacher:—“Your Reverence, I have a beautiful deer for sale.”
His Reverence:—“A deer? What? Did you say a deer, Seppel? How long is it since I reasoned with you and tried to make you understand what a bad fellow you are! Did I not tell you that if you shoot a deer, you commit a great crime and that such a deer is as good as stolen? My, but I am angry! Seppel, take that deer right to the kitchen, I don’t want to see any more of it.”