"What have you there on your back?" said a zebra, jeeringly, to a
"ship of the desert" in ballast.
"Only a bale of gridirons," was the meek reply.
"And what, pray, may you design doing with them?" was the incredulous
rejoinder.
"What am I to do with gridirons?" repeated the camel, contemptuously.
"Nice question for _you_, who have evidently just come off one!"
People who wish to throw stones should not live in glass houses; but
there ought to be a few in their vicinity.