The Lazy Sheep

(Sunday morning. Zofia comes into the bedroom. Miriam is under a thick blanket.)

Zofia: Grandma! Grandma, are you awake?

Miriam: No.

Zofia: I've got a joke. Why doesn't the lazy sheep get up?

Miriam: I don't know. Why?

Zofia: Because his bed is very comfortable!

(Zofia laughs. Miriam doesn't.)

Miriam: Zofia, that isn't a joke. That's a sheep with a good bed.

Zofia: It's funny!

Miriam: It isn't funny. A joke needs a surprise at the end.

Zofia: OK, wait. I've got a better one. Why doesn't the sheep get up in winter?

Miriam: Why?

Zofia: Because his socks are wet!

Miriam: Zofia.

Zofia: Yes, that one's bad too. Then you make a joke.

Miriam: All right. Why doesn't the grandmother get up on Sunday?

Zofia: I don't know. Why?

Miriam: Because it's Sunday.

(Miriam pulls the blanket up to her nose and closes her eyes.)

Zofia: That isn't a joke either!

Miriam: No. It's true. Now go and ask your dad about breakfast.