The little kid sat on the edge of the curb, along the side of the road with his fishing pole and the line down the storm drain.
Feeling sorry for him and wanting to humor him, a lady gave him 50 cents and kindly asked, “How many have you caught?”
“You’re the 10th one, this morning.” the kid said.
Feeling sorry for him and wanting to humor him, a lady gave him 50 cents and kindly asked, “How many have you caught?”
“You’re the 10th one, this morning.” the kid said.