Late Night Fishing

The other night I told my wife that my fishing buddy and I would be fishing the hex hatch on the North Branch and we would be late, but I promised to be home by midnight. Well, we fished for hours, then sat in the darkness to rest. We were thirsty, and we were tired from wading, when he broke out his bottle of Bombay gin. We headed for home long after midnight.

Just as I got in the door, the cuckoo clock in the front room started up and cuckooed 3 times. Quickly realizing my wife would wake up, I cuckooed another 9 times, then sneaked into bed. I was quite proud of myself for coming up with a quick-witted solution, considering the influence of that evil drink.

The next morning, my wife asked me what time I got in, and I told her midnight. She didn't seem disturbed at all. I figured I got away with it. Then she said we needed a new cuckoo clock and I asked her why. 

She said, "Well, last night our clock cuckooed 3 times, then said, "Oh, crap," cuckooed 4 more times, cleared its throat, belched, and then cuckooed 5 more times before tripping over the cat".

Royal Dun