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> > Angus comes to the little lady of the
> house exclaiming,
> “Maggie, cud ye be sewin' on a wee button that’s come
> off of me fly?
> I canna button me pants. “
> “Oh Angus … I’ve got me hands in the dishpan, go up
> the stairs and see if Mrs. MacDonald could be helpin ye with
> it.”
> About 5 minutes later there’s a terrible crash, a bang, a
> bit of yelling and the sound of a body falling down the
> stairs.
> Walking back in the door with a blackened eye and a bloody
> nose comes Angus.
> The little lady looks at him and says,
> “My god, what happened to ye?
> Did you ask her like I told you?”
> “Aye,”
> says Angus.
> “I asked her to sew on the wee button an she did.
> Everything was goin fine but when she bent doon to bite off
> the wee thread, Mr. MacDonald walked in…