TWO TARGETS IN ONE SHOT One night, two hunters were sitting in a bar and telling each other about their experiences. One of them said, I am really a great hunter. Once I shot a duck on its toe and head at the same time. The other hunter got surprised hearing this and said, Its not possible. You must be joking. No I am not joking, said the first hunter, The duck was scratching its head with its toe when I shot at it. At this, both of them laughed heartily.

THE LAME MAN One day two friends saw a man who was limping. One of them said that the man must have born lame. The other said that he must have met with an accident. They both started arguing over the matter. The argument got so heated up that finally they went to the man and asked him the reason for his limping. The man laughed and replied that he was limping as one of his sandals had broken. Both the friends walked away with an embarrassed face.

One day, Betty Botter wanted to bake a cake. She bought some cheap butter to bake it. But something was wrong with the butter. “This butter is bitter," said Betty Botter as she tasted the butter. “If I put it in my cake batter, it will make the batter bitter. But if I put a bit of better butter that would make my batter better." So, she went off to buy a better butter than her bitter butter. She mixed a bit of better butter into her cake batter. She tasted the batter and was happy that the batter was not bitter. She adopted the best way to solve the problem. Because there will ... read more

One afternoon, a little boy had lost his kitten. He looked under his bed. He looked all over his house. But still there was no puppy. Finally, he looked for his puppy in the garden. After a few hours, he still could not find the puppy. The little boy was tired and was about to give up. Then he saw his neighbour, Mrs Hardin. “I beg your pardon, Mrs Hardin. Is my puppy in your garden?" asked the little boy. “Oh yes, she is. She is chewing on a mutton bone," replied Mrs Hardin. The little boy climbed the fence and saw his puppy chewing on a mutton bone. He was so happy that his pu ... read more

Written by Guy de Maupassant With the first day of spring, when the awakening earth puts on its garment of green, and the warm, fragrant air fans our faces and fills our lungs and appears even to penetrate to our hearts, we experience a vague, undefined longing for freedom, for happiness, a desire to run, to wander aimlessly, to breathe in the spring. The previous winter having been unusually severe, this spring feeling was like a form of intoxication in May, as if there were an overabundant supply of sap. One morning on waking I saw from my window the blue sky glowing in the sun above t ... read more