The nun was praying alone in her room on a Saturday night with a full moon shining. At one point in her devotions she looked out of her window and spotted a dead jackass lying on the walk in front of the church.

She was momentarily flabbergasted. Later she thought it would not be nice for the early Sunday morning worshippers to have their path to the front door blocked by the dead animal and decided to notify the police. She picked up the phone, identified herself and told the officer at the other end that, "there was a dead jackass in front of the church."

The sergent, apparently with not too much to do on his shift, decided to make sport of the nun. "Sister," he asked, "isn't it the duty of the church to bury the dead?" "Yes," she countered, "and it is also our duty to notify the next of kin."