A solider was standing guard at Buckingham Palace when his commanding officer came storming over.
‘JONES! Did I see you flinch?’
‘Yes Sir!’
‘Why did you flinch Jones?’
‘Well you see Sir, a squirrel come running out of tha’ tree over there, ran across the field, ran up me pant leg, and rested in me crotch.’
‘I guess that is when you flinched Jones?’
‘No Sir, because another squirrel come running out of tha’ other tree over there, ran across the field, ran up me other pant leg and rested in me crotch.’
‘Ah, I guess that’s when you flinched, right Jones?’
‘No Sir.’
‘Then Why did you bloody well flinch Jones?!’
‘Well you see Sir, they started talking and said. Let’s eat one now and save the other one for winter.‘