Chickens Stole My Wallet
Mr. Oxman approached the officer of the law, attempting to get his attention. “Sir!” he said, “Those chickens stole my wallet.”
“Chickens?” the officer asked with more than a hint of incredulity.
“Yes,” Mr. Oxman replied.
“Okay,” he said taking out a pen and a pad of paper. “That strikes me as odd. What did you have in your wallet?”
“Just a few dollars,” Mr. Oxman responded, “but they’re right there! You’re half puma; you can easily them!”
“First off,” the officer replied, “Racist. And second off, ‘Not to chase other Men; that is the Law. Are we not men?’”