An aged farmer and his wife were leaning against the edge of their pigpen when the old woman wistfully recalled that the following week would mark their golden wedding anniversary.
“Let’s have a party, Fred,” she suggested. “Let’s slaughter a pig.”
The farmer scratched his grizzled head. “Gee, Hazel,” he finally answered, “I don’t see why a pig should take the blame for something that happened fifty years ago.”
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