Little Nancy was in the garden filling dirt in a hole.
Her neighbour peered over the fence. Interested in what the cheeky-faced youngster was up to, he politely asked, “What are you doing, there, Nancy?”
“My goldfish died,” replied Nancy tearfully without looking up, “and I’ve just buried him.”
The neighbour was very concerned. “That’s an awfully big hole for a goldfish, isn’t it?”
Nancy patted down the last heap of dirt then replied, “That’s because he’s inside your fucking cat.”