A man who had spent his whole life at sea visited a friend. He’d never seen a train or the tracks they run on.
While standing in the middle of the railroad tracks, he heard a whistle, but didn’t know what it was.
Predictably, he’s hit and is thrown, ass-over-kettle, to the side of the tracks, with some minor internal injuries, a few broken bones, and some bruises.
After weeks in the hospital recovering, he’s at his friend’s house attending a party.
While in the kitchen, he suddenly hears the kettle whistling. He grabs a baseball bat from the nearby closet and proceeds to batter and bash the kettle into an unrecognizable lump of metal.
His friend, hearing the ruckus, rushes into the kitchen, sees what has happened and asks the desert man, “Why’d you ruin my good kettle?”
The desert man replies, “Man, you gotta kill these things when they’re small.”