One of the matrons of the church was
cooking a pot of her famous beans for the church potluck, and her son, Ben, came running
through the house, BB gun in one hand, and a handful of BB's in the other. He tripped and
the BB's, naturally, went right into the pot of beans.
Thinking it over, Ben could think of no
reason why he should risk punishment, so he said nothing.
The dinner went well, and, as usual, the
beans were one of the favorite dishes.
The next day, the church secretary, Mary,
called Ben's mother and said, "Jane, your beans were delicious as usual, but what did
you put in them this time?"
Jane replied, "Nothing new, why do you
ask?"
"Well," said Mary, "this
morning I bent over to feed the cat and I shot the canary..."
