What does it really mean to be a Jew

 

I asked of a passing frog

Nothing

 

It answered

Jews don’t exist

 

There are only human beings

 

I then gave a mango to the frog and read from an ancient poem

He visits my town once a year

 

He fills my mouth with kisses and nectar

 

The frog stopped me as I spoke

Why do you have such an interest in mangos

 

It asked

I have no interest in mangos

 

I answered

Are you from a Jewish family

 

No I am a Gentile

 

I pondered the question from the tiny amphibian

No I am a cowboy 

My gun is for hire