Pet Fish
A Cajun was stopped by a game warden in Southern
Louisiana recently with
two ice chests of fish, leaving a bayou well known
for its fishing. The game
warden asked the man, "Do you have a license to
catch those fish?""Naw, ma fren, I ain't got none of dem, no.
Dese are my pet fish."
"Pet fish?"
"Ya. Avery night I take dese here fish down
to de bayou and let dem swim
'round for a while. I whistle and dey jump rat back
into dere ice chests
and I take dem home."
"That's a bunch of hooey! Fish can't do
that!"
The Cajun looked at the game warden for a moment
and then said, "It's de
truth ma' fren, I'll show you. It really
works."
"Okay, I've GOT to see this!"
The Cajun poured the fish in to the bayou and
stood and waited. After
several minutes, the game warden turned to him and
said, "Well?"
"Well, what?" said the Cajun.
"When are you going to call them back?"
"Call who back?"
"The FISH."
"What fish?"
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