A gentleman named Mitch strolls into a tavern, accompanied by a newt perched upon his shoulder.

Intrigued, the barmaid behind the counter asks its name.

With a smirk, Mitch responds, “His name is Tiny.”

Curious about the choice of name, the barmaid asks Mitch why he chose to name his companion Tiny.

After a brief pause, Mitch grins and quips, “Well, you see, he’s my newt.”