'Hello my dear,' smiled the vicar of the Yorkshire parish at the little
girl. 'That's a nice cat. What do you call him?'
'Cooking fat,' replied the girl.
'That's an odd name. Who thought of it?'
'My father,' she replied innocently. 'He calls it that every time he
trips over it.'
girl. 'That's a nice cat. What do you call him?'
'Cooking fat,' replied the girl.
'That's an odd name. Who thought of it?'
'My father,' she replied innocently. 'He calls it that every time he
trips over it.'
