A man named Mitch walks into a bar with a newt on his shoulder.

Curious, the barmaid behind the bar looks at the creature on Mitchs shoulder and asks him what he calls it.

Oh, his name is Tiny, Mitch replies.

The barmaid asks why Mitch calls his pet Tiny.

Mitch thinks for a minute before giving his answer.

Because, he finally replies. Hes my newt.