Mr. Johnson was working in his garage when a neighbor’s daughter, Sally, came in and asked him if he had a box and a shovel.
He handed her his shovel and asked how big a box she needed. She told him she needed a box about one foot by two feet. He found a box and gave it to her.
An hour or so later Sally came back and returned Mr. Johnson’s shovel. He asked her why she needed the shovel and the box.
She told him that her canary had died, and she had to bury it.
He asked her why she needed such a big box to bury a canary.
She replied, “My canary was in your cat!”