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A schoolteacher is down South of England with a busload of blind kids, and arrives at a quaint little village. As he's been driving for a few hours, he's thirsty, and fancies having a pint at the local. So, he parks the bus at the edge of the village green and guides the kids off the bus. Knowing that he can't take the kids into the pub, he tells them to have a game of football on the village green. He produces the special ball, with a bell inside of it. Immmediately, the kids run around, having a whale of a time, kicking the ball all over the green.
He makes his way to the pub and orders a pint of the best. Just as he's bringing the glass to his lips for the first gulp, a man comes running in all a panic, and asks if anyone is in charge of the kids. The teacher says that he is, and asks what the problem is.
"Well, it's your blind kids. They're kicking xxxx out of my Morris Dancers!"
He makes his way to the pub and orders a pint of the best. Just as he's bringing the glass to his lips for the first gulp, a man comes running in all a panic, and asks if anyone is in charge of the kids. The teacher says that he is, and asks what the problem is.
"Well, it's your blind kids. They're kicking xxxx out of my Morris Dancers!"