A Cub Scout troop was half an hour late to its den meeting. The den mother asked them severely, “Why are you so late?” “Oh,” said one boy, “we were helping an old man cross the street.” “That’s a...

A Cub Scout troop was half an hour late to its den meeting. The den mother asked them severely, “Why are you so late?”
“Oh,” said one boy, “we were helping an old man cross the street.”
“That’s a nice thing for scouts to do,” said the mother. She paused. “But it shouldn’t make you half an hour late.”
“Well, you see,” said another boy, “he didn’t want to go.”

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