“So there I am, horns caught in the thicket. This Abraham fellow starts eyeing me, and I know this can’t be good. He just tried to ice his own flesh and blood. What’s he gonna do to a ram?”
“Let’s back up,” the police officer said. “What did you say you were doing on the mountain?”
“My client doesn’t have to answer that,” the ram’s lawyer interrupted.
The ram nodded. The policeman rolled his eyes.
“Okay, just start from the beginning,” said the officer, “you’re on this mountain. Then what?”
“I’m minding my own business, then these two guys waltz up. Look like a father and son. And I get it, y’know? It’s peak season, everyone wants a view. But they immediately start piling up wood, and there’s no way these clowns have a burn permit.”
“Okay, okay, but you said the older man was violent?”
“No, he was a real man of God, a peacemaker, it’s just that… oh, what was it… that’s right, he was about to murder his own child.”
“Just answer his questions,” the lawyer snipped.

