On a road in Belgium a German officer met a boy leading a jackass and addressed him in heavy jovial fashion as follows:
That's a fine jackass you have, my son. What do you call it? Albert, I bet!
Oh, no, officer, the boy replied quickly. "I think too highly of my
King."
The German scowled and returned:
I hope you don't dare to call it William.
Oh, no, officer. I think too highly of my jackass.