The Scoutmaster was very bossy, but he did insist that the boys should have good food at camp. One day, he saw two Scouts carrying a large soup bowl. ‘Get me a spoon. I want to taste that,’ he ordered.
The boys started to object,
but the Scoutmaster broke in, ‘I don’t want any arguments. Do as I say.’
The spoon was found, and he
took a large mouthful. Then he spluttered angrily, ‘You don’t call this soup,
do you!’
‘No, Sir,’ one of the Scouts
answered. ‘We tried to explain. It’s dishwater.’
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