A Cub Scout trop was half an hour late to its den meeting. The den mother asked them severely, “Why are you so late?â€
“Oh,†said one boy, “we were helping an old man cross the street.â€
“That’s a nice thing for scouts to do,†said the mother. She paused. “But it shouldn’t make you half an hour late.â€
“Well, you see,†said another boy, “he didn’t want to go.â€