On the Not-Altogether-Credible Habits of the Ostrich
An ostrich, who was closely pursued by a hunter, suddenly thrust his head deep down into the sand.
“Ah! ah!” exulted the hunter, “I have the silly thing at last.” He advanced to place a rope around the bird’s legs; but the ostrich, who had accurately timed his arrival, landed a kick in the pit of his stomach that sent him into the hereafter like a bullet through a fog-bank.
IMMORAL:
“Umph,” said the ostrich as he surveyed his victim, “because a man looks sad at the opening of a jack-pot, it doesn’t necessarily follow that he’s only got ace-high.”