Little Tim was in the garden filling a hole when his neighbor peered over the fence.

Interested in what the cheeky-faced youngster was up to, he politely asked, “What are you up to there, Tim?”

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

The neighbor said, “That’s an awfully big hole for a goldfish, isn’t it, Tim?”

Tim patted down the last heap of earth and replied, “That’s because I couldn’t get him out of your cat.”