Cobwebs from an Empty Skull

“What have you there on your back?” said a zebra, jeeringly, to a “ship of the desert” in ballast.

“Only a bale of gridirons,” was the meek reply.

“And what, pray, may you design doing with them?” was the incredulous rejoinder.

“What am I to do with gridirons?” repeated the camel, contemptuously.  “Nice question for you, who have evidently just come off one!”

People who wish to throw stones should not live in glass houses; but there ought to be a few in their vicinity.