George was sixty years old, and he was ill. He was always tired, and his face was always very red. He did not like doctors, but last month his wife said to him, 'Don't be stupid, George. Go and see Doctor Brown.'
George said, 'No,' but last week he was worse, and he went to the doctor.
Dr Brown examined him and the said to him, 'You drink too much. Stop drinking whiskey, and drink milk.'
George liked whisky, and he did not like milk. 'I'm not a baby!' he always said to his wife.
Now he looked at Dr Brown and said, 'But drinking milk is dangerous, doctor.'
The doctor laughed and said, 'Dangerous? How can drinking milk be dangerous?'
'Well, doctor,' George said, 'it killed one of my best friends last year.'
The doctor laughed again and said, 'How did it do that?
'The cow fell on him,' George said.