Whistle

A Rajastani, who had spent his whole life in the desert, comes to visit 

a friend. He'd never seen a train or the tracks they run on.  While

standing in the middle of the rail tracks one day, he hears this

whistle -- Whooee da Whoee! -- but doesn't know what it is.



Predictably, he's hit and is thrown to the side of the tracks. It was

only a glancing blow, so he was fortunate to receive some minor internal

injuries, a few broken bones, and some bruises.



After weeks in the hospital recovering, he's at his friend's house

attending a party one evening. While in the kitchen, he suddenly hears

the teakettle whistling. He grabs a iron rod from the nearby shelf

and proceeds to batter and bash the teakettle into an unrecognizable

lump of metal. His friend, hearing the ruckus, rushes into the kitchen,

sees what's happened and asks the desert man, "Why did you ruin my good

tea kettle?"



The desert man replies, "Man, you gotta kill these things when they're

small."