Six Word Saturday

Slowly beginning to catch up

So slowly, I only had time for five words today.

Apologies again for my absence.

Joke 849

Alas, poor donkey… (Photo credit: Dingo X)

Father O’Malley rose from his bed one morning.  It was a fine spring day in his new parish.  He walked to the window of his bedroom to get a deep breath of the beautiful day outside.  He noticed there was a donkey lying dead in the middle of his front lawn.  He promptly called the local  police station.

“Good morning.  This is Sergeant Jones.  How might I help you?”

“And the best of the day te yerself.  This is Father O’Malley at St. Ann’s  Church.  There’s a donkey lying dead on me front lawn and would ye be so kind as to send a couple o’yer lads to take care of the matter?”

Sergeant Jones, considering himself to be quite a wit and recognizing the Irish accent, thought he would have a little fun with the good father; he replied, “Well now Father, it was always my impression that you people took care of the last rites!”

Father O’Malley replied, “Aye,’ tis certainly true; but we are also obliged to notify the next of kin first, which is the reason for me call.”

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Thanks to Viv for this one!