Little Johnny and his family lived way out in the sticks, in a house with no running water. Little Johny hated the outhouse, which was on the side of the house, right at the edge of a creek. It was hot in the summer, cold in the winter and smelly all the time. Johnny fantasized about pushing the outhouse into the creek...and one day, after a spring rain, the creek was so swollen that Johnny decided the day had come to get rid of the outhouse. He got a board and started pushing, and soon the outhouse toppled into the swiftly flowing creek and floated away. That night Johnny's father said "Finish your dinner, son, and go fetch my strap. We're talking a trip to the woodshed." Johnny knew that meant a whipping, and he asked why. "Well, some one pushed the outhouse into the creek today and I suspect it was you. "Dad, I cannot tell a lie. I did it. Now I know you won't punish me, right?" "I most certainly will!" "But we learned in school that when George Washington chopped down the cherry tree, the didn't get in trouble 'cause he told the truth." "Well, son, George Washington's father wasn't in the cherry tree!"