My Goldfish Died

Little Timmy was in the garden filling in a hole when his neighbour peered over the fence. Interested in what the rosy-cheeked youngster was up to, he politely asked “What are you up to there, Tim?”

“My goldfish died,” replied Timmy tearfully, without looking up, “and I’ve just buried him.”

The neighbour was concerned,  “That’s an awfully big hole for a goldfish, isn’t it?”

Tim patted down the last heap of earth then replied, “That’s because he’s inside your damn cat.”