"Hello Mister Dawsholm, do you want the usual, sir?"
"Yes please my dear, I do so love the way you swallow"
"That's ten pounds then sir," and Leroy took the proffered Tenner.
The beech says to the birch: "Is that a son of a beech or a son of a birch?"
The birch says it cannot tell. The birch says, "Woodpecker, you are a tree expert