Humor

My son came in the other day and shot this at me first thing, so I thought I might as well inflict it on y'all.Stepping out onto her back step for a breath of cool air, Mrs. Smith notices 8 yr. old Suzie laboring over something in the neighboring back yard and decides to walk over and chat. As she nears the bordering fence it becomes apparent that Suzie is deeply troubled about something."What's the matter, Suzie?", Mrs. Smith calls out."My parakeet died" Suzie replies.Now noticing that Suzie is working with a shovel, it becomes apparent to Mrs. Smith that the poor girl has been burying her beloved pet.Coming up to the fence Mrs. Smith consoles, "Oh no, I'm so sorry to hear that. What was your parakeet's name?"Suzie replies, "I named her Trixie."Leaning over the fence and glancing down, Mrs. Smith observes that Suzie has just finished filling in the grave of her poor parakeet. She also is surprised to notice that the excavation had been inordinately large."Wow", exclaims Mrs. Smith, "You dug a pretty big hole to bury a parakeet. Why so large?"Using the back of the shovel to pound the dirt tightly back into the hole, Suzie glances up at Mrs. Smith and replies, "Because she's inside your fucking cat."Sorry,Amlodhi