The Goldfish

Little Nancy was in the garden, filling in a hole when her neighbor peered over the fence.

Interested in what the rosy-faced youngster was doing, he asked, "What are you doing there, Nancy?"

"My goldfish died," replied little Nancy, tearfully, without looking up, "and I've just buried him."

The neighbor laughed and said, condescendingly, "That's a really
big hole for a goldfish, isn't it?"
Little Nancy patted down the last heap of earth, and then replied, "That's because he's inside your friggin cat."