A few days later, dad came home from work to find Jack crying in the garden.
“What’s happened, Jack?” he asked. “It’s mummy, she nearly died today, like my poor pussy cat!” “How can that be?” asked dad aghast.
“I went into the summer house a little while back and mummy was there with her feet in the air shouting ‘I’m coming, I’m coming!’ Oh daddy, if it hadn’t been for the milkman holding her down, she would have been taken up to heaven by Jesus.”
