Piccole letture in chiave umoristica e/o filosofica
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One night, Jack was taking a shortcut home through the cemetery, when he heard a tapping sound over to his left. The cemetery was in almost total darkness, and as the tapping sound became more insistent, Jack began to feel a little afraid. Steeling his nerves, he moved forward as quickly as he could along the path between the graves, but as he moved forward, the tapping sound got louder and louder until he was almost scared to death. Suddenly, as he turned a corner and started to head for the main gate, he noticed a man over on his left, chiselling intently at a tombstone.
“Oh, thank goodness!” cried Jack out loud. “The sound of your chiselling was giving me the fright of my life! Why are you working so late?”
“They spelt my name wrongly,” came the chilling reply.