The Bull
A little boy had a mama who wore light blue spectacles and a papa who wore dark blue ones.
They weighed in a pair of scales all that the little boy ate, meat, bread, milk, weighed it all.
At last, one day, papa said to mama: “Our boy has today finished his first bull, tomorrow he starts on his second.”
When the little boy heard this he began to cry, and he said:
“I don’t want to eat a bull—a bull has got horns.”