Son of the Victim

A lawyer was on vacation in a small farming town. While walking through the streets on a quiet Sunday morning, he came upon a large crowd gathered by the side of the road. Going by instinct, the lawyer figured that there
was some sort of auto collision. He was eager to get to the injured parties, but couldn’t get near the car. Being a clever sort, he started shouted loudly, “Let me through! Let me through! I am the son of the victim.” The crowd

made way for him. Lying in front of the car was a donkey.