Horns of a dilemma....

" 'Ere, missus! You wiv the 'orrible fungal nail infection....come 'ere a mo'. "

"It is not a fungal infection; I've painted my nails turquoise because the sun's out!"

"It's only March though missus, innit. You know wot the Scots say - 'leave a sock on yer foot, 'til May is oot'."

"I don't think anybody has ever said that. Anyway, what do you want?"

"Yer carrots or yer life."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Jeez, deaf as well as fungal! I said.....yer carrots or yer life!"

"Don't be ridiculous. Who do you think you are?"

"S'obvious, love. I'm a gangsta. Patriarch of the notorious Hole In The Fence Gang, innit."

"Innit? I mean are you?"

"Yeah. I'm the much feared Al Capricorne, an' I run this patch."

"Rubbish. You're nothing but a goat with attitude."

"Oh. Sorry about that. Was it yours?"

"My what?"

"Your 'at I chewed? Serves you right for leavin' it lyin' on the grass though, innit. Anyway, 'and over yer carrots, or I let me son chew more than yer 'at!"

"Oh really. And why would I be remotely scared of your son?"

"Because 'is very name makes yer blood run cold. 'E's fearless, ruthless, infamous, an' even 'is nanny's scared of 'im!"

"Don't be silly. Who is he?"

"Billy ........Billy the Kid."