Davy Learns a Lesson

     One sunny afternoon, as I strolled down the sidewalk, I saw little Davy Goldner staring at a sewage drain along the curb. He looked sad.
     “Why the glum look, Davy?” I asked.
     “I dropped my baseball and it rolled down into the sewer,” he said. “Do you think I can get it back?”
     I peered into the dark hole and shook my head. “I’m afraid not, Davy.”
     Davy looked up at me with mournful eyes and a big frown. “But I just got that ball yesterday for my birthday.”
     “Well,” I said, “That’s karma for you.”
     “What’s karma?” Davy asked.
     “Karma is when something bad happens to you because you did something bad to another person.”
     Davy thought about this for a minute. “What bad thing did I do that made me lose my ball?”
     “I don’t know for sure,” I said, “but you could have invited me to your birthday party yesterday.”
     Davy started to cry.
     “Yeah,” I said, “Karma’s a bitch.”