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A parsimonious farmer notorious for the small rations he doled out to

his employees, said to a farmhand eating his breakfast,



"Jock, there's a fly in yer parritch."



"That disna' matter," replied Jock gloomily, "it'll no' droon."



The farmer stared at him. "What do ye mean?" he asked angrily; "that's

as much as sayin' ye hav'na' enough mulk."



"Oh," replied Jock still more gloomily, "there's mair than enough for

all the parritch I have."



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