There once was a little boy who lived in the country. The little child hated using the outhouse since it was always stinky, chilly in the winter, and oppressive in the summer.
The outhouse was on the bank of a creek, and the youngster decided one day to push it into the water.
The creek expanded after a springtime downpour, and the small lad thought it was time to toss the outhouse into the creek. Then he picked up a large stick and started to push.
The outhouse finally fell into the water and floated away.
His father told him after supper that night that they were going to the woodshed. The boy asked why, figuring it meant he would get a spanking.
“Today, someone pushed the outhouse into the creek,” the father said. Son, you were the one, weren’t you? The youngster answered in the affirmative.
“Dad, I read in class today that George Washington cut down a cherry tree, and he got away with it because he told the truth,” he said after pausing for a while.
“Well, son, that cherry tree didn’t contain George Washington’s father,” the father said.
