Satruday’s smiles

A farmer’s wife, who was rather stingy with her whisky, was giving her shepherd a drink.

As she handed him his glass, she said it was extra good whisky, being fourteen years old.

“Weel, mistress,” said the shepherd regarding his glass sorrowfully, “It’s very small for its age.”

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