The priest

An Irish priest was transferred to Texas.

Father O'Malley rose from his bed one morning. It was a
fine spring day in his new west Texas mission parish. He
walked to the window of his bedroom to get a deep breath of
the beautiful day outside.

He then noticed there was a donkey lying dead in the middle of
his front lawn. He promptly called the local police
station.

The conversation went like this:

"Good morning. This is Sergeant Jones. How might I help
you?"

"And the best of the day te yerself. This is Father
O'Malley at St. Ann's Catholic Church. There's a
donkey lying dead in me front lawn and would ye be so kind
as to send a couple o'yer lads to take care of the
matter?"

Sergeant Jones, considering himself to be quite a wit and
recognising the foreign accent, thought he would have a
little fun with the good father, replied, "Well now
Father, it was always my impression that you people took
care of the last rites!"

There was dead silence on the line for a moment.......

Father O'Malley then replied: "Aye, 'tis
certainly true; but we are also obliged to notify the next
of kin first, which is the reason for me
call."