Gunner:—“Would you believe that I shot ninety-nine rabbits within two hours?”
Host:—“Why don’t you say one hundred at once?”
Gunner:—“You don’t think I’d make a liar of myself for just one rabbit?”
Banter
Lehman:—“Gentlemen, I must tell you a pretty story of my friend Muller! Recently, while out gunning, he shot at a rabbit, but, of course, missed him. Now instead of running away, the rabbit went up to friend Muller, bowed and said quite distinctly: ‘Excuse me, sir, but I wish to congratulate you. You shot at me to-day for the twenty-fifth time, without hitting me!’”
Muller:—“My friend Lehman’s story needs a supplement. You must know that I introduced myself to that rabbit. ‘What,’ cried the rabbit, very pale, ‘your name is Muller! I thought it was Lehman!’ and he is off like a flash.”
Cautious
Förster:—“Sepp, the squire is coming to-day. He is going to hunt.”
Sepp:—“Then I had better go at once and lock up the dogs.”