Polar bear I not accept!

Another story from 1001 Minute Stories by H.S. Chapman

A Frenchman went to an American and said to him, "What does a polar bear do?" The American answered, "What does he do? I don't know. Why he sits on the ice, I suppose." "Sits on zee ice?" "Yes," said the American; "there is nothing else to sit on." "Vell, vat he do, too?" "What does he also do? Why he eats fish." "Eats fish-- and sit on zee ice and eats fish. Then I not accept." "Why, what do you mean? You don't accept? What do you mean?" "Oh, non, non. I does not accept. I was invite to be polar bear to a funeral."

(I thought it was funny.)

Got a minute?

A few months ago I picked up an old book at a junk store titled "1001 One Minute Stories" by H.S. Chapman. I'm going to share them with you if you have a minute!

A delightful little story is told of Prosper Merimee, the French author. He was once guest at a royal hunt, when hares, pheasants and other game were driven before the emperor and his followers, and the servants picked up the victims of the sport. Among all the members of the hunting party, Prosper Merimee alone had no trophy to display. "How does this happen?" asked some one. "Where game is so plentiful, the merit of the marksmen seems to me to lie in hitting nothing," replied Merimee, with grave courtesy, "so I fired between the birds."