Riding a Bike

A Priest is about to finish his tour of duty in the Congo, where he has spent years teaching the natives.  The one thing he never taught them is how to speak English.  So he takes the chief for a walk in the forest.

He points to a tree and says to the chief, “This is a tree.”  The chief

looks at the tree and grunts, “Tree.”  The Priest is pleased with the response.

They walk a little further and the Priest points to a rock and says, “This is a rock.:  Hearing this, the chief looks and grunts, “Rock.”

The Priest is really getting enthusiastic about the results when he hears a rustling in the bushes.  As they peek over the top, the Priest sees a couple of natives in the midst of heavy sexual  activity.

The Priest is flustered and quickly responds, “Man riding a bike.”

The chief looks at the couple briefly, pulls out his blowgun and kills them both.

“Why did you do that!”  The Priest goes ballistic.  “I’ve spent years teaching yout tribe how to be civilized and be kind to each other, so how could you kill these people in cold blood that way?”