The Therapeutic Value Of A Sunday Morning Laugh

   Early one morning a Priest walks outside and discovers a dead donkey laying in the street in front of his church.

   Quickly recovering from the initial shock he walks back into the rectory and calls the city Animal Control department.

   Unfortunately, after speaking with an Animal Control officer he is told that the disposal of animal remains is not their responsibility, and that he should probably call the sanitation department.

   So the Priest calls the Department of Sanitation and explains that there is a dead beast of burden laying in the street in front of his church, and the representative replies that they do not handle animal remains. Perhaps, suggests the clerk, he should try calling the Zoo.

   Becoming a bit agitated, the Priest then calls the Zoo, whereupon he is told that the Zoo only deals with the animals in the Zoo, and is told that his best bet might be the Department of Public Safety.

   Frustrated, the Priest decides to call the Mayor at his home.

   The Mayor answers the phone and immediately the Priest launches into a tirade about the discovery of the dead ass laying in the street in front of the church and the phone calls he had made in an effort to get it removed and disposed of.

   Confused and a little irritated as the Priest rants on about the situation the Mayor interrupts him, stating, "Father O'Dell I can understand your frustration with the situation, but why are you calling me at my home about this? What do you expect me to do about it?

   "Do about it?" replies the Priest, "I don't expect you to do anything about it Mayor Williams. I'm just paying a courtesy call to the next of kin."