“I saw this goat yesterday,” Maurice said. “It was a sight to behold, let me tell you. It was right above me, about 30 feet up, soaring like an eagle and…”

“What did you say?” I interrupted him, “soaring like an eagle?”

“Yeah, that’s right—soaring like an eagle…”

“Nonsense, goats don’t soar like eagles!” I shouted angrily. “As a matter of fact, goats don’t fly. If you want to tell me a story, at least tell me one that I can believe.”

“Okay,” Maurice said, now somewhat subdued.

“Okay? What’s the story?”

“You won’t believe me. Why should I tell it to you?”

“Well, try me,” I replied.

“Okay,” Maurice said taking a deep breath. “The other day, I saw a huge truck racing down the highway.”

“Yes, okay…go ahead.”

“It was going extremely fast, heading towards a herd of giraffes which immediately took off, flying up and soaring like eagles above.”

“You’re lying!” I yelled. “Since when do giraffes soar like eagles?”

“Well, at least since I saw them trying to get out of the way from that careening truck. Did you want them to get hit and injured?”

“No, of course not,” I agreed. “Who was driving that truck?”

“It was Marvin from Fast Food Catering. He was delivering a very important pizza to very important people.”

“Well, of course, now it makes sense,” I pondered. “You wouldn’t want very important people going without very important pizza all day, would you?”

“Of course not,” Maurice agreed.