SILLY SAUSAGE!

I was sitting behind the butcher at church with my two-year-old. Towards the end of the service she was becoming restless and a bit talkative. Turning around, the butcher warned her, “If you’re not quiet, I’ll cut you up for sausages.” After a moment, she loudly replied: “Not sausages, saveloys!” All I could do was sit in the tittering congregation! Embarrassed Mum, Woodville May 4, 1970