I brought my grandmother in an ambulance to the receiver (I don’t remember what), while her doctor examined the receiver with a 30-year-old man falling from the threshold:

Can a doctor? I was bitten by a rat in the hand.

The nurse:

He is busy, wait a little. How did it happen?

The patient:

- I was killing myself in the garage, I watched in my corner a dead rat rolling, well, I came to throw her out, and she is like clinging to the teeth!!...

The doctor came:

You need to bring the head of the rat here.

Patients with eyes:

Is it a joke?

The Doctor:

and no. We don’t know which rat has bitten you, we need to check your brain, etc.

The patient:

“That’s all, of course, well... only you won’t do it... I hit this fox with a hammer across the floor, gathered the remnants, poured gasoline and burned it. What do you think? When I am angry, jokes are bad with me.