Mrs. Smith runs into her neighbor outside the post office. "Watch out, Old Man Jones is after you about your dog!" says the neighbor. "What do you mean? What does Jones care about my dog?" asked Mrs. Smith. "Well, we saw her yesterday chasing him on a bike. He was really mad, and he swore he'd give you a piece of his mind." "There's just no way that could have been my dog," says Mrs. Smith. "It looked just liker her," said the neighbor, "How can you be so sure it wasn't her?" "Well," said Mrs. Smith, "Ginger doesn’t know how to ride a bike"