The Rug

A young boy's parents had paid a visit to the home of a neighbor one evening. The neighbor thought naturally, when she answered the doorbell the next morning and found the boy at the door, that his parents had forgotten something.

"Please, Mrs. Anderson," said the boy, "may I look at your dining room rug?"

The woman was surprised but said, "Why, of course, Jon-Mark. Come right in."

The lad gazed at the rug for several minutes. Then he turned to its owner: "It doesn't make me sick," he said.