FURRY FELLOW
When my granddaughter (three) first saw Father Christmas, she said to me, “He has a lot of whiskers.” I commented, “So has your father, but on his legs.” She piped up, “No, that’s not whiskers – it’s cat fur.”
Gran, Christchurch, August 1995
WHERE AM I?
Father and young son were on a day trip to Hastings by rail during the school holidays. On the way back, young Glenn fell asleep, but awoke at Waipukurau. Still bleary eyed and half asleep, Glenn saw the station sign. He shouted at the top of his voice, when all was very quiet, “Dad,
I know where we are. We’re at Gentleman’s.” The whole train full of passengers cracked up with laughter.
Jane Brown, Wellington, March 1994
IN THE DOG BOX
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