A judge who was holding court in a certain town was always sure of being annoyed by some cutting remarks by a local lawyer. After one such occasion, someone asked the judge at dinner why he didn’t tell off that nasty lawyer.
The judge dropped his knife and fork to the table, placed his chin in his hands and elbows on the table, as he stressed the following story: “Up in our town, there lives a widow with a dog that barks and bards all night whenever the moon shines.”
That is all the judge said, and he picked up his knife and fork, and said began to eat again. Then one of the people at table said, “Judge, you didn’t finish your story about that dog and the moon.”
“Oh,” said the judge, “despite all the noise from the dog, the moon kept right on shinning,”
~ Sunday School Chronicle
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