Overheard on a recent afternoon at a farm in Elbridge, N.Y.:
FIRST PONY: Now there goes something you don’t see every day, Otis.
SECOND PONY: What’s that, Oren?
FIRST PONY: Sheep with a can on its head.
SECOND PONY: Maybe it’s just a very, very ugly sheep.
THIRD PONY: Is there a joke here somewhere about unembraceable ewe?
FIRST PONY: Perhaps. Or something about pulling the steel wool over its eyes?
THIRD PONY: I don’t think so. How about canned lamb? Or sheep dip? Muttonhead, maybe?
SECOND PONY: Close, but no cigar. I think what we have here, gentlemen, a sheep in search of a punch line.
FIRST PONY: And a can opener.