But He’s on His Way

Uncle Tom arrived at the station with the goat he was to ship north, but the freight agent was having difficulty in billing him.

“What’s this goat’s destination, Uncle?” he asked.

“Suh?”

“I say, what’s his destination? Where’s he going?”

Uncle Tom searched carefully for the tag. A bit of frayed cord was all that remained.

“Dat ornery goat!” he exploded wrathfully. “Yo’ know, suh, dat iggorant goat done completely et up his destination.”