Terrible News
Mister Smith rushes into the maternity ward:
- What's wrong? What's the emergency?
- Oh, Mister Smith, your child was just born and I have some terrible news for you. It's disfigured.
- Well, how bad is it? Can I see?
- Follow me, sir.
They head down a restricted corridor and come to the first door. Inside, in the respirator, is a newborn child without arms.
Mister Smith is upset:
- Oh my God! How terrible to be born this way!
The nurse interrupts:
- No Mister Smith, that isn't your child. Follow me, please.
They come to another room and there lies a newborn with no arms OR legs.
Mister Smith cries:
- Oh dear God! What could be worse than this?
- No mister Smith, that's not your child. Follow me.
Next room down, Smith looks in. This kid is only a head. No body at all.
- Oh my God! How awful! What could be worse than this?
- Not your child, sir. Follow me.
One more room left in the hall. Mister Smith forces himself to enter. There on a pillow is a single huge ear.
- This is your child, Mister Smith.
Smitty goes nuts:
- Oh Lord! What could possibly be worse than this!? But... It's still my son. I will talk to him, I will amuse him with bed-time stories. I will sing him lullabies...
- Sir, it's deaf.