Mrs. Smith presented her husband with a 12 lbs baby and for a joke, one of the
miners spread the news that Mr. Smith had found a 12 lbs nugget (gold). The
local newspaper, eager for a scoop, sent a reporter around. The door was opened
by Mrs. Smith and this is the ensuing conversation:

Reporter = R

Mrs. Smith = M

R: Does Mr. Smith live here?

M: Yes.

R: Is he here?

M: No, but I'm his wife.

R: I heard that he has found a 12 lbs nugget.

M: Yes, he has (sensing the joke).

R: Can you show me to the spot where it came from?

M: No, I'm afraid I can't.

R: Is the hole far from here?

M: No, quite handy.

R: Is the hole very large?

M: Well, it's getting larger as Mr. Smith works on it.

R: Has he been working for it long?

M: Since just before we were married.

R: Was Mr. Smith the first to work on it?

M: (Blushing) No, but he thinks he was.

R: Is the work difficult?

M: It was at first, but it's getting easier now.

R: Is the water inside the hole plentiful?

M: Enough for the job.

R: Has Mr. Smith struck the bottom yet?

M: No, but very near to it.

R: Do you think there are many more nuggets?

M: Yes, if the hole is properly worked.

R: Has he worked on the hole since the nugget was found?

M: No, but it was time to start again.

R: Does he find the work tiring?

M: No, I work with him.

R: Do you think he will sell the claim?

M: No, he gets too much enjoyment out of it.

R: When does he work on it?

M: In the night on carry in the morning.

R: Does he work on it long?

M: Long enough to satisfy him.

R: May I see the nugget please?

Mrs. Smith produced the baby and the reporter fainted.