The women of the Altar Society were preparing their annual church dinner. One of the women was again cooking up a pot of her famous beans. Her little boy came running through the house with his BB gun and a handful of BBs. He tripped in the kitchen and his handful of BBs flew into the pot of simmering beans. He didn't want to confess this and risk a punishment of being sent to his room for the rest of the day. So he said nothing.

That evening the potluck dinner was again a success, with the famous beans at the top of the list. The next day, the Parson's wife called.

"Esther, what was it this time that you put in those beans?"

"Not a thing different from the usual. Why?"

"Well, this morning I bent over to feed the cat and shot the canary."