An aged farmer and his wife were leaning against the edge of their pig-pen when the old woman wistfully recalled that the next week would mark their golden wedding anniversary. „Let’s have a party, Homer,“ she suggested. „Let’s kill a pig.“ The farmer scratched his grizzled head. „Gee, Ethel,“ he finally answered, „I don’t see why the pig should take the blame for something that happened fifty years ago.“
