A man went into a restaurant and sat down at on of the tables.#
A waiter went up to him and gave him the menu.#
The man read it carefully, then ordered all the most expensive dishes.#
The waiter served the meal and the man ate it with great enjoyment.#
Then a small boy came into the restaurant and sat at the man's table.#
The waiter came up and said to the man, "What would your little boy like, sir?"#
"Oh, just an ice cream," the man told him. Then he stood up and said to the
waiter, "I'm going out to buy a newspaper."#
He left the restaurant. The waiter gave the boy an ice cream. The boy ate it,
and then stood up and walked to the door.#
The waiter ran towards him.#
"Excute me," he said, "but your father hasn't come back and he hasn't paid for
his meal or for your ice cream."#
"I'm sorry," the young boy said, "That has nothing to do with me."#
"Oh, yes it does," the waiter said, "You will stay here until your father
comes back and pays his bill."#
"He's not my father," the boy said. "I don't know who he is."#
The waiter did not understand. "What do you mean?" he asked.#
"The man can up to me in the street," the boy said. "He asked me if like ice
cream. I told him I did. Then he told me to come into the restaurant at 2
o'clock and sit down at his table. He said he'd give me some."&