One Sunday during the 1960's a poodle in Darwin died and went to Heaven.
At the Pearly Gates he was met by St Peter who refused him entry.
"Why?" asked the dog.
St Peter replied, "Because you haven't got a tail. You will have to go back to Earth and get your tail."
The dog returned to his owner and told him of his plight.
The owner said, "Well, I can't help you now, however if you go to the vet who also runs our local supermarket he might be able to help you."
So the dog trotted down to the supermarket and, sure enough, there was the vet behind the check-out counter.
The vet immediately recognised the dog and asked what he could do for him.
The dog told the vet of his problem.
The vet sadly shook his head and said, "I am so sorry, but here in Darwin, we are not allowed to re-tail spirits on Sundays!"
Many years after his adventures in Sherwood Forrest, Robin Hood, now Lord Locksley, lay on his deathbed.
All of the Merry Men joined with the Maid Marion, now Lady Locksley, waiting for the inevitable end.
Friar Tuck arrived to deliver the last rites.
Heroically, Robin struggled up and said, "Tuck, fetch me my trusty long bow. I will fire an arrow into the air and wherever it lands that is where you will bury me."
Deeply moved, Little John placed the long bow and arrow into Robin's trembling fingers, popped him up and faced him towards Sherwood Forrest.
With an immense effort Robin aimed and fired.
And so it came to pass that they buried him on top of the wardrobe.
