it’s not mine
A WORKER ON A BUILDING SITE RUSHED UP TO THE FOREMAN.
‘RAMA RAMU!’ HE CRIED.’SOMEONE JUST DROPPED A AXE FROM THE TOP OF THE BUILDING AND CHOPPED MY EAR OFF’
IMMEDIATELY THE FOREMAN ORGANISED A SEARCH PARTY TO FIND THE EAR IN HOPE THAT SURGEONS MIGHT BE ABLE TO SEW IT ON AGAIN.
‘HERE IT IS’CRIED ONE OF THE SEARCHERS, WAVING THE EAR.
‘NO, THAT’S NOT MINE,’SAID THE INJURED WORKMAN.
‘MINE HAD A PENCIL BEHIND IT!’