The old farmer and his wife visited the menagerie. When they halted before the hippopotamus cage, he remarked admiringly:
“Darn’d curi’s fish, ain’t it, ma?”
“That ain’t a fish,” the wife announced. “That’s a rep-tile.”
It was thus that the argument began. It progressed to a point of such violence that the old lady began belaboring the husband with her umbrella. The old man dodged and ran, with the wife in pursuit. The trainer had just opened the door of the lions’ cage, and the farmer popped in. He crowded in behind the largest lion and peered over its shoulder fearfully at his wife, who, on the other side of the bars, shook her umbrella furiously.
“Coward!” she shouted. “Coward!”