Barley Corn

A midget toddled into a saloon late one evening. He climbed on the brass rail, stood on tiptoe, and signaled the barkeep. As one lone customer watched, the barkeep poured three drinks and set them within reach of the midget's arm. In three gulps, the triple-barleycorn vanished. Then, up to the top of the bar climbed the little man. Straight up the side wall, over the ceiling, down the back wall and out of the door ran the midget.