Joe was sitting as usual, his back leaning against the wall of his friend Pete's shack. Then Pete came out of the shack with a butterfly in his hand. "Hey Pete," Joe called, "where are you going with the butterfly?" "I'm going to get some butter." "You're an idiot," Joe scoffed. "Butter doesn't come from butterflies." But a few minutes later, to Joe's astonishment, Pete returned with a pot of butter. The next day, Pete hurried out with a jar of horseflies. "Where are you going?" Joe asked. "To get horses," Pete said. Joe couldn't stop laughing until Pete came back an hour later leading two beautiful stallions. The next day, Joe saw Pete walking out of his shack carrying a handful of weeds. "What?s that?" he called out. "Pussy willow," Pete answered. "Hold on!" Joe roared, leaping to his feet. "I'm coming with you!"