Eh, my one is kind of long. You have to hear this with the accent, but I'll try to type it.
A Scottish bloke is traveling around Canada, trading stories at a lodge, but he's had a little too much to drink, so the owner of the lodge helps him up the stairs to get him to his room. The Scotsman can't help but notice that the stairs are all lined with hunting trophies, and he promptly starts to laugh.
"What's so funny?" asks the Canadian.
"Ya call tha' a troophy?" the Scottish bloke laughs, pointing to a fish mounted on the wall. "Ah, laddie, ya could ge' somethin' twice tha' size oot a' the loch where ah live! Yoo'd be laughed oot a' my village if tha's all ya can catch!"
The Canadian decides to ignore him, realising that he's just drunk, and helps him further up the stairs. Suddenly, the Scottish guy starts laughing again, this time in tears, he's laughing so hard. "What is it now?" asks the lodge owner.
"A wee li'l rabbit?" the Scotsman laughs, pointing to the fur mounted on the wall. "Yer kiddin', right? Who caught tha'? Yer daughter?"
Again, the Canadian eyes him, starting to get annoyed, but he continues on, electing not to respond. They make it up to the next floor, when, suddenly, the Scotsman stops dead in his tracks. He looks up, and sees this giant head mounted on the wall, with antlers as big as his arms coming out of the sides of its skull.
"Wha's tha'?" he asks, more than a little intimidated by the monster.
Feeling rather smug that he's managed to shut this Scotsman up, the lodge owner proudly replies, "That is a Canadian moose."
The Scotsman stares at him in disbelief, wide-eyed. "Bullshit." He mutters, shaking his head, but the Canadian doesn't say a word, just smirking. The Scottish bloke scratches his head in amazement, and says, "Laddie, if that's a moose, then I'd hate ta see yer cats."
Badum tish.