There was a mamma mole, a papa mole, and a baby mole. They lived in a hole outside of a farm house out in the country.
One morning, the papa mole reached his head out of the hole and said, "Mmmmm, I smell sausage."
The mama mole reached her head outside of the hole and said, "Mmmmm, I smell pancakes."
As the baby mole repeatedly tried to stick his head out of the hole to get a whiff, he became frustrated because the two bigger moles were in the way.
Unable to take it any longer, the baby mole mumbled, "The only thing I can smell is molasses."
So, I take my family to an old west "dude ranch" where they do as much as possible like they did back in the wild west days...they had a saloon, wore period time clothes, we slept in a bunk house, cooked over a campfire, that kind of stuff. I happen to be watching a blacksmith making horseshoes one day when a real "greenhorn" (from NY) walked by, he stopped and stood there watching Smitty hammer the piece of metal into shape...he'd bang away on it, stick it in the fire, heat it up, to soften it a little, hammer on it, repeat the process several times before he stuck it into the water to cool when he was done. Just as he did that the greenhorn reached for it when Smitty told him "partener, that's pretty hot, ya might want to let it cool off a little more"...the greenhorn shrugged his shoulders and grabbed it anyways....as soon as he grabbed it he dropped it back in the bucket...ol Smitty yells over to him and says "hot aint it"...the greehorn replies "naw, it just don't take me all day to look at a horseshoe".