Mr. Brown lived in a small town, but he got a job in a big city, so he moved there with his wife and his two children last Thursday.
On the next day, Mr. Brown took his new car out of the garage and was washing it when a neighbour came. The neighbour stopped and looked at the new car for o minute. Then Mr. Brown turned and saw him.
The neighbour said, "That's a new car. Is it yours?'
"Sometimes, 'Mr. Brown answered.
The neighbour was surprised."Sometimes?' he said. "What do you mean?'
"Well,' answered Mr. Brown slowly, "When there's a party in town, it belongs to my daughter, Jean, When there's a football game, it belongs to my son, Joe. When I have washed itand it looks really nice and clean, it belongs to my wite, Linda. And when it needs gas, it's mine.'