I watched some programme about octopi last week and wept at the birth of the little octopus following its mother around…
That reminds me.
Dave goes into a fresh seafood restaurant and asks to see the dishes of the day.
The waiter takes him to a large water tank at the back of the room containing live lobsters and other assorted underwater creatures. Dave examines the tank and points out a small, pale green squid hiding behind a much larger one.
“I’ll take that one there, please” says Dave.
The waiter asks, “the big dark green one?”
“No, the one behind him, with the little mustache.”
“O.K.” replies the waiter and calls out “Gervais!!”
As if by magic, a little French chef appears brandishing a large cleaver. The waiter instructs the chef to kill the light green little squid. Gervais grabs it from the tank is just about to slice at the poor squid when he notices a tear running down its face and into its mustache. Gervais is touched, and admits that he hasn’t the heart to kill the squid.
“Not to worry” says the waiter, and calls out “Hans!!” at which an enormous German bloke comes out of the kitchen.
“Sir”, says the waiter, “this is Hans, the dishwasher. Hans, kill that squid!”
The dishwasher wields a huge rolling pin and is just about to bludgeon the little green squid into little squiddy pieces when it cringes back and gives a little cry. At that, Hans bursts into tears.
“I am sorry sir, I just cannot kill the squid” Hans admits, between sobs.
“Well sir,” says the waiter to Dave, “it just goes to show. Hans that do dishes can be soft as Gervais… With mild green, hairy lip squid”
