A Safe Shot
A City gentleman was invited down to the country for “a day with the birds.” His aim was not remarkable for its accuracy, to the great disgust of the man in attendance, whose tip was generally regulated by the size of the bag. “Dear me!” at last exclaimed the sportsman, “but the birds seem exceptionally strong on the wing this year!” “Not all of them, sir,” was the answer. “You’ve shot at the same bird about a dozen times. ’E’s a-follering you about, sir.” “Following me about? Nonsense! Why should a bird do that?” “Well, sir,” came the reply, “I dunno, I’m sure, unless it’s for safety.”