Little Nancy was in the garden filling in a hole when her neighbor peered over the fence. Interested in what the youngster was up to, he asked in his friendliest way:

"What are you up to, Nancy?"

"My goldfish died, "replied Nancy tearfully, without looking up, and I've just buried him."

The neighbor commented, "That's an awfully big hole for a goldfish, isn't it?"

Nancy patted down the last heap of earth then replied,

"That's because he's inside your friggin' cat."