One of the matrons of the church was cooking a pot of her famous beans for the church potluck and her son, Little George, came running through the house, BB gun in one hand, and a handful of BBs in the other. He tripped and the BBs, naturally, went right into the pot of beans. Thinking it over, Little George could think of no reason why he should risk punishment, so he said nothing. The dinner went well, and, as usual, the beans were one of the favorite dishes. The next day, the church secretary, Jane, called Little George's mother and said, "Esther, your bean were delicious as usual but what did you put in them this time?" Esther replied, "Nothing new, why do you ask?" "Well," said Jane, "this morning I bent over to feed the cat and I shot the canary..."