There were three little boys visiting their grandparents.
The oldest came out and asked his grandpa, “Can you make a sound like a frog, Grandpappy?
Grandpa (being in a kind of ill mood) responded, “No, I don’t really want to make the sound of a frog now.”
So, the second little boy came out and asked his grandfather, “Will you please make a sound like a frog?”
Grandpa again said, “No, not now. I don’t really want to do that. I’m in a grumpy mood. May be later.”
Then the third little boy came out and said, “Grandpa, oh please… Please, please will you make a sound like a frog?”
“Why do all of you boys want me to make a sound like a frog?” Grandpa asked.
The little boy replied with a hopeful face, “Well, mom said that when you croak we get to go to the Disney World!”
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Two little boys stole a bag of mangoes from their neighbor and decided to go to a calm place to share the loot.
One of them suggested the nearby cemetery. As they were jumping the big gate to enter the cemetery, 2 mangoes fell out of the bag behind the gate but they didn’t bother to pick them since they had enough in the bag.
Few minuets latter a drunkard on his way from a local bar passes near the cemetery gate and heard a voice: “One for me, one for you.”One for me, one for you.”
He immediately sobers up and runs as fast as he can to the local priest.
“Father father please come with me, come and witness God & Satan sharing corpse at the cemetery.”
They both ran back to the cemetery gate and the voice continued: “One for me, one for you, one for me, one for you, one for me, one for you…
Suddenly the voice stop counting and says: “Hey, What about the two at the gate?”
The priest and the drunkard took to their heels shouting, “We are not dead yet… we are not dead yet… we are not dead yet…”
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A little boy opened the big, old family Bible with fascination and looked at the old pages as he turned them.
Suddenly, something fell out of the Bible, and he picked it up and looked at it closely. It was an old leaf from a tree that had been pressed in between the pages.
“Momma, look what I found,” the boy called out.
“What have you got there, dear?” his mother asked.
With astonishment in the young boy’s voice, he answered: “I think it’s Adam’s suit!”
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The choir director selected the 6-year-old little boy with the sweetest face for the opening scene of the Christmas play.
“Now,all you have to do, when you hear me say to the choir ‘…and the angel lit the candle’, is come on stage and light all the candles.”
“I can do it, I can do it!” the little boy said, excitedly.
Rehearsals came and went, and finally the big night arrived. The choir was ready, the stage was beautifully decorated with dozens of unlit candles all around, and all awaited the moment when the cute littlest angel would make his entrance.
The director gave the downbeat, the orchestra began to play, and the choir swept into the introductory lines, ending with an expectant “…and the angel lit the candle” Everyone looked stage right for the entrance.
No little boy.
The director gave the downbeat again, and more loudly said, “…and the angel lit the candle”
Again, all eyes looked stage right. No little boy.
The director, beginning to sweat, motioned with great, sweeping gestures, and this time the choir thundered into the line. So loud were they that the curtains belled slightly from the sound!
“…AND THE ANGEL LIT THE CANDLE!”
And into the silence which followed came a clear, boy-soprano voice floating piercingly from stage right, “…and the cat peed on the matches!”
