The Rest of The Story
about Mary
Oh the best part was that our friends thought
we could not find a child, and when I said
we found her sleeping in the rafters
I thought that child welfare
would be knocking
at my
door.
Dark night and we can't find Mary, so we set out with flashlights.
Me: Mary Mary little girl were are you?
Joe: Mary Mary...
Me: Mary Mary ...
An hour later and I looked into the hen house for the 8th time.
Me: Joe I found her, come and see.
Joe: were is she?
Me: My little Marry is...
Husband: What are you doing love.
Wife: I'm fishing for fly's
Husband: HUH?
Wife: The fly's are eating the girls food so I'm fishing with a fly strip to catch as many as I can.
Husband: I think they call that fly fishing dear.