"You have a scratch on your cheek."
"The dog did it."
"Where's the dog?"
"It's in the back room."
"Can we see it?"
Door opens, and rat-sized dog appears.
"That's it?"
"Yup. That's it."
"And you called an ambulance for...?"
"Well, it scratched my face and I was bleeding."
"You had a scratch on your face and you called an ambulance?"
Friends and family all laugh.
"Ever cut yourself shaving?"
"Yup."
"I see. Ever call an ambulance for it?"
"Nope."
A look of understanding registers on his face. You can imagine how the rest of the conversation went.
It's like a light bulb suddenly came on in a dark, dark room.
