After finishing a hard day's work on his own - because his partner
didn't show up - a carpet-layer cleaned up all his tools and prepared
to leave.
Patting his pocket, he realized that his cigarette pack was missing.
Looking around the room, he noticed a small lump in the centre of the
carpeting he just finished laying, just about the size of his
cigarette pack.
Considering for a minute, he finally decided to lay a board over the
lump and hammer it flat.
Relieved that the lump was no longer noticeable, and that he wouldn't
have to pull the carpet up again, he loaded his equipment into his
truck, and found his cigarettes laying on the front seat. Just then
the lady of the house ran out to his truck.
"The carpeting looks great," she assured him, "but I was wondering if
you had seen my parakeet?"
;D