The phone rings at the FBI headquarters.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this the FBI?"
"Yes, what do you want?"
"I'm calling to report my neighbor Arthur Mole! He's hiding marijuana inside his firewood!"
"Thank you very much for the call sir."
The next day, the FBI agents descend on Mole's house. They searched the shed where the firewood is kept. Using axes, they burst open every piece of wood, but find no marijuana. They swear at Mole and left.
The phone rings at Mole's house.
"Hey Arthur, did the FBI come?"
"Yeah!"
"Did they chop your firewood?"
"Yep."
"Great, now it's your turn to call. I need my garden plowed."
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this the FBI?"
"Yes, what do you want?"
"I'm calling to report my neighbor Arthur Mole! He's hiding marijuana inside his firewood!"
"Thank you very much for the call sir."
The next day, the FBI agents descend on Mole's house. They searched the shed where the firewood is kept. Using axes, they burst open every piece of wood, but find no marijuana. They swear at Mole and left.
The phone rings at Mole's house.
"Hey Arthur, did the FBI come?"
"Yeah!"
"Did they chop your firewood?"
"Yep."
"Great, now it's your turn to call. I need my garden plowed."
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