A boy and his father were playing ball in the front yard when the boy saw a honey bee.
He ran over and stomped it.
“Don’t do that, that was a honey bee,” his father said, “he wasn’t doing anything to you.
For killing him you will do without honey for a week.”
Later the boy saw a butterfly, so he ran over and stomped on it.
“That was a butterfly,” his father said, “he wasn’t doing anything to you, and for killing him you will do without butter for a week.”
The next morning the family sat down for breakfast.
The boy eating his toast plain with no honey or butter.
Suddenly a cockroach ran out from under the stove.
His mother stomped on it.
The boy looked at his father and said, “Are you going to tell her, Dad, or should I?”
He ran over and stomped it.
“Don’t do that, that was a honey bee,” his father said, “he wasn’t doing anything to you.
For killing him you will do without honey for a week.”
Later the boy saw a butterfly, so he ran over and stomped on it.
“That was a butterfly,” his father said, “he wasn’t doing anything to you, and for killing him you will do without butter for a week.”
The next morning the family sat down for breakfast.
The boy eating his toast plain with no honey or butter.
Suddenly a cockroach ran out from under the stove.
His mother stomped on it.
The boy looked at his father and said, “Are you going to tell her, Dad, or should I?”
