The man who stutters tremendously finds a horse in the Brooklyn.
He decides to call the police.
Man: I’ve f-f-found a w-w-wandering h-h-horse.
Policeman: Okay. We will come. Where are you now?
Man: In Br-r…
Policeman: Bronx?
Man: Br-r… Damn (hangs up)
He calls again.
Man: I’ve c-c-called earlier a-a-about the h-h-horse.
Policeman: Okay. Where are you?
Man: In Br-r…
Policeman: Bronx?
Man: Br-r… Damn (hangs up again)
He calls again and once again they repeat the same unsuccessful conversation as before.
Half an hour later the man calls again.
Man: I’m c-c-calling for the h-horse.
Policeman: Where are you?
Man: In Br-r …
Policeman: Bronx?
Man: Yes, I am. I’ve d-d-dragged it there.
