A country priest invites the canon of the diocese to dinner. So he puts the small dishes in the big ones, asks his maid to surpass himself, and takes out the silver service he inherited from his mother. Dinner is going very well. But, once the canon has left, the priest realizes that the ladle has disappeared. “A clergyman of his rank! He didn't steal my silver ladle after all! " does he think. But the days pass and he tells himself that after all it is too important a room to be taken away inadvertently. So he decides to write the following letter: "Monsieur Canon, I'm not saying you took my silver ladle, I'm not saying you didn't, but if you ever did, be kind enough to give it back to me. » Three days later, he receives the answer: “Monsieur le cure, I'm not saying that you sleep with your maid, I'm not saying that you don't sleep with your maid. But if you were sleeping in your bed, you would have already found the ladle that I slipped between the sheets…”