One day a visitor from the city came to a small rural area to drive around the country roads, see how the farms looked, and perhaps to see how farmers earned their living. The city man saw a farmer in his yard, holding a pig up in his hands, and lifting it so that the pig could eat apples from an apple tree. The city man said to the farmer，“I see that your pig likes apples, but isn’t that quite a waste of time？”The farmer replied，“What’s time to a pig？”
A party of visitors were being shown round a lunatic asylum．They came across one individual in the grounds，with wild eyes，dishevelled hair，feverishly endeavouring to catchflies and keep them in his pocket．
His was a sad case，said the attendant．Whilst he was at the war his wife abandoned his home and ran off with another man．
Terrible，said a visitor．
Presently they came to a padded cell，in which could be heard a raging as of a wild beast．
That’s the other man，said the attendant．
Little Robert asked his mother for two cents.“ What did you do with the money I gave you yesterday？”
“I gave it to a poor old woman，”he answered.
“You’re a good boy，”said the mother proudly.“Here are two cents more. But why are you so interested in the old woman？？
“She is the one who sells the candy.”
The six-year-old John was terribly spoiled . His father knew it, but his grandma doted on him. He hardly left her side. And when he wanted anything, he either cried or threw a temper tantrum. Then came his first day of school, his first day away from his grandmother’s loving arms.
When he came home from school his grandma met him at the door.
“Was school all right？”she asked，“Did you get along all right？did you cry？”
“Cry？”John asked.“No，I didn’t cry, but the teacher did！”