An old Quaker had retired for the night. He heard a noise downstairs. Rising, he took his hunting shotgun from the wall, and tiptoed very quietly down the steps. Sure enough, there was a burglar looting the family silverware.
In quiet tones, the Quaker addressed the burglar: "My friend, I would not harm thee for the world, but thee is standing where I am about to shoot."- An old joke.
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