While standing in the middle of the RR tracks one day, he hears this whistle -- Whooee
da Whoee! -- but doesn't know what it is.
Predictably, he's hit -- but, only a glancing blow -- and is thrown, ass-over-tea-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, one
evening. While in the kitchen, he suddenly hears the tea kettle whistling. He grabs a
baseball bat from the nearby closet and proceeds to batter and bash the tea kettle into
an unrecognizable lump of metal. His friend, hearing the ruckus, rushes into the kitchen,
sees what's happened and asks the desert man: "Why'd you ruin my good tea kettle?"
The desert man replies: "Man, you gotta kill these things when they're small."