Whetting his whistle

This fellow who had spent his whole life in the desert comes to visit a
friend. He'd never seen a train or the tracks they run on. 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, head-over-heels, 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 teakettle
whistling. He grabs a baseball bat from the nearby closet and proceeds to batter
and bash the teakettle 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?"