After William Tell shot an apple off his son's head with his crossbow, his friend approached him. "I heard about your apple-shot, impressive! But why risk your son's life like that?" said his friend

After William Tell shot an apple off his son's head with his crossbow, his friend approached him.

"I heard about your apple shot—impressive! But why risk your son's life like that?" his friend asked, shaking his head in disbelief.

William Tell smirked and shrugged. "Oh, come on, it wasn’t that big of a deal."

"Not a big deal?! You had your son stand there with an apple on his head while you aimed a lethal weapon at him!"

Tell sighed. "Listen, I had no choice. The governor made me do it."

His friend still looked unconvinced. "Okay, but what if you missed?"

Tell grinned. "Well, then my backup plan was simple."

"Oh really? What was your backup plan?"

Tell leaned in, lowered his voice, and whispered: "I’d have told everyone I was aiming for a pear."

His friend groaned, shaking his head. "You're unbelievable, Will."

Tell shrugged. "Hey, you asked. Besides, now my son has the coolest ‘How I Almost Became a Legend’ story at school!"

The friend sighed and muttered, "You should really stick to archery and leave the jokes to the professionals."

Tell smirked again. "Oh, I never miss a shot... or a punchline."