Banta got a job felling trees. And he was paid by results. They gave him an electric saw and off into the forest he went. At sunset Banta returned with the other loggers and they counted their trees.
'I got ninety-eight,' said Ramu.
'Ninety-one me,' added Shyam.
'I only got four,' said Banta.
'Well, I can't understand that,' said the boss. 'Maybe your saw is defective. Pass it here.'
The boss pulled the starting rope and the saw burst into life.
'My God,' said Banta, 'See it is defective, what's that noise?'
No comments:
Post a Comment