A place of rest / Be careful with ammunition / What Did He Use For Bait?

A place of rest

An old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home.

He followed me into the house, down the hall, and fell asleep in a corner. An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out.

The next day he was back, resumed his position in the hall, and slept for an hour. This continued for several days.

Curious, I pinned a note to his collar: “Every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap.”

The next day he arrived with a different note pinned to his collar:

“He lives in a home with ten children – He’s trying to catch up on his sleep. Can I come with him tomorrow?”

Be careful with ammunition

A man once counseled his son that if he wanted to live a long life, the secret was to sprinkle a little gunpowder on his eggs every morning.

The son did this religiously, and he lived to the age of 93.

When he died, he left 14 children, 28 grandchildren, 35 great-grandchildren, and a 15-foot hole in the wall of the crematorium.

What Did He Use For Bait?

A preacher’s seven-year-old son asked him, “Dad, how did Noah pass the time when he was in the ark?”

“Well,” replied dad, “he probably spent a lot of time fishing.”

“How could he have done that?” asked the lad, “he only had two worms.”

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