Parlor Wit

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Flying Sheep Sketch [excerpt]

A "City Gent" out in the country encounters a "Rustic" whose sheep appear to be in the trees:

Rustic: Exactly. It's my belief that these sheep are laborin' under the misapprehension that they're birds. Observe their be'avior. Take for a start the sheeps' tendency to 'op about the field on their 'ind legs. Now witness their attempts to fly from tree to tree. Notice that they do not so much fly as...plummet.

(Baaa baaa... flap flap flap... whoosh... thud.)

City Gent: Yes, but why do they think they're birds?

Rustic: Another fair question. One thing is for sure, the sheep is not a creature of the air. They have enormous difficulty in the comparatively simple act of perchin'. (Baaa baaa... flap flap flap... whoosh... thud.) Trouble is, sheep are very dim. Once they get an idea in their 'eads, there's no shiftin' it.

City Gent: But where did they get the idea?

Rustic: From Harold. He's that most dangerous of creatures, a clever sheep. 'e's realized that a sheep's life consists of standin' around for a few months and then bein' eaten. And that's a depressing prospect for an ambitious sheep.

City Gent: Well why don't you just remove Harold?

Rustic: Because of the enormous commercial possibilities if 'e succeeds.

Voice Over : And what exactly are the commercial possibilities of ovine aviation?

[Reminds me of the current Republican leadership cadre and their Neocon "Harolds". ;)]