Down in the north Pole lived a elf named cashboot. He longed to make people laugh, but the jokes he told were lame and no one seemed to think that they were funny. Cashboot would think, and think of new jokes to crack on his friends, but every joke was the same; boring.
One day Cashboot was in the town square where most elves spent there time. He was pondering his problem about making people laugh. Although, he wasn't looking where he was going, and he ran right into the ladder of Fridget the window washer man.
All of the elfs stood silent watching to see what would happen next. Cashboot stood there, all of a sudden Cashboot was soaking wet. The whole square went into an uproar. Cashboot had just made his first practicul and funny joke.