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OLE WAS CARRYING two buckets of fish from the river when he was stopped by a game warden in the northwoods.
“Do you have a license to catch those fish?” asked the warden.
“No, sir,” Ole replied. “These are my pet fish.”
“Pet fish?” asked the warden.
“Yes, sir,” Ole said. “I take these fish down to the river and let them swim around awhile. When I whistle, they jump back in the buckets, and I take them home.”
“That’s a bunch of hooey!” the warden said. “Fish can’t do that.”
Ole stared at the warden for a moment and said, “Well, I guess I’ll just have to show you. Follow me, and I’ll demonstrate how it works.”
The warden followed behind in disbelief and watched Ole pour the fish into the water. After several minutes, he said to Ole, “When are you going to call the fish back?”
“What fish?” Ole asked.
“Do you have a license to catch those fish?” asked the warden.
“No, sir,” Ole replied. “These are my pet fish.”
“Pet fish?” asked the warden.
“Yes, sir,” Ole said. “I take these fish down to the river and let them swim around awhile. When I whistle, they jump back in the buckets, and I take them home.”
“That’s a bunch of hooey!” the warden said. “Fish can’t do that.”
Ole stared at the warden for a moment and said, “Well, I guess I’ll just have to show you. Follow me, and I’ll demonstrate how it works.”
The warden followed behind in disbelief and watched Ole pour the fish into the water. After several minutes, he said to Ole, “When are you going to call the fish back?”
“What fish?” Ole asked.
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