Humour — 26 March 2016

Marty, a little boy, was in church one Easter Sunday with his mother Doris, when he started feeling sick.

‘Mummy,’ he whispered, ‘can we leave now?’

‘No,’ his mother hushed, ‘the service isn’t over yet.’

‘Well, I think I’m about to throw up!’ Marty announced looking sickly.

‘Then go out of the front door and around to the back of the church and throw up behind a bush,’ hissed Doris.

After about sixty seconds, Marty returned to his pew.

‘Did you throw up?’ Marty’s mother murmured.

‘Yes,’ Marty answered, embarrassed.

‘How could you have gone all the way to the back of the church and returned so quickly?’ Doris demanded.

‘I didn’t have to go out of the church, Mummy. They have a box next to the front door that says, “For the Sick”.’