A Fish Story

[Bev]

Leaving a bayou in Southern Louisiana well known for its fishing,
a Cajun was stopped by a game warden. The game warden pulled
along side theCajun's boat and noticed two ice chests full of
fish.

"Do you have a license to catch those fish?" the game warden
asked.

"Naw, ma' fren, I ain't got none of dem, no. Dese here are ma'
pet fish," the Cajun proudly replied.

"Pet fish?!" the warden said.

"You betcha pet fish," said the Cajun. "Avery night I take ma'
pet fish down to de bayou and let dem swim 'round for a while,
and when I think dey had enough swimmin' for da evenin' den I
whistle and dey jump rat back into dese here ice chests and I
take dem home."

"That's a bunch of bull, fish can't do that!" the warden
demanded.

The Cajun looked at the game warden and said, "It's de truth, ma'
fren.

Here, I'll show you." So the Cajun carefully picked up each of
the two ice chests, gently poured the fish into the bayou, then
sat back in his boat chair, crossed his arms, and quietly waited.

After several minutes, the game warden turned to the Cajun and
said, "Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Well, how long are you going to let them swim around?" the
warden asked.

"Let who swim around?"

"The fish," the warden said.

"What fish?"