A missionary who had spent
years showing a tribe of natives how to farm and build things to be self-sufficient
gets word that he is to return home.
He realises that the one thing
he never taught the natives was how to speak English, so he takes the chief
and starts walking in the forest. He points to a tree and says to the chief,
"This is a tree."
The chief looks at the tree
and grunts, "Tree." The missionary is pleased with the response.
They walk a little farther and
the padre points to a rock and says, "This is a rock."
Hearing this, the chief
looks and grunts, "Rock."
The padre is really getting
enthusiastic about the results when he hears a rustling in the bushes.
As he peeks over the top, he sees a couple in the midst of heavy romantic
activity. The padre is really flustered and quickly responds,
"Riding a bike."
The chief looks at the couple
briefly, pulls out his blow gun and kills them.
The padre goes ballistic
and yells at the chief that he has spent years teaching the tribe how to
be civilised and kind to each other, so how could he just kill these
people in cold blood that way?
The chief replied, "My bike."