THE LITTLE OLD LADY IN COURT. . .
                     

  Defence Attorney: Will you please state your age?

  Defence Attorney: Will you tell us, in your own words, what happened the night of April 1st?

  Defence Attorney: Did you know him?
        Little Old Lady: No, but he sure was friendly.
                     
  Defence Attorney: What happened after he sat down?
        Little Old Lady: He started to rub my thigh.
                     
  Defence Attorney: Did you stop him?
        Little Old Lady: No, I didn't stop him.
                     
  Defence Attorney: Why not?
        Little Old Lady: It felt good. Nobody had done that since my Abner died some 30 years ago.
                     
  Defence Attorney: What happened next?
        Little Old Lady: He began to rub my breasts.
                     
  Defence Attorney: Did you stop him then?
        Little Old Lady: No, I did not stop him.
                     
  Defence Attorney: Why not?
        Little Old Lady: His rubbing made me feel all alive and excited. I haven' t felt that good in years!
                     
  Defence Attorney: What happened next?
        Little Old Lady: Well, by then, I was feeling so "spicy" that I just laid down and told him: "Take me,                                                 young man. Take me!"
                     
  Defence Attorney: Did he take you?
        Little Old Lady: Hell, no! He just yelled, "April Fool!"!
                                     And that's when I shot him, the little bastard...