Cajun
An old Cajun was stopped by a game warden recently in South Louisiana while leaving a bayou well known for its prime fishing and having two ice chests full of live freshly caught fish.
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..."
"Oh, that's gonna cost you big time, old man" says the game warden, "...at least $50 for every one of those illegally caught fish."
"But dese here is'n ma pet fish, suh."
"Pet fish?!"
"Ya, das right, suh. Avery night I be a-taken dese here fish down to de bayou an' be a-letten dem swim 'round for a while fo' sum excersize. Den I whistles and dey jump rat back inta dis here ice chest and I take dem home."
"That's a bunch of dumb Cajun hooey! Fish can't do that!"
The old Cajun looked at the game warden for a moment in stunned disbelief, and then says, "Wha it's bein de truth, ma' fren. I be showin' ya'll if'n ya don' be a-believin' it. It really do work an' dey loves it."
"Okay, I've GOT to see this!" says the Game Warden.
The Cajun then poured the fish into the bayou and stood, watched, and waited as they swam away.
After several minutes, the game warden turned to him and said, "....Well!?"
"Well, what?" said the Cajun with a questioning look on his face.
"...When are you going to call them back?"
"Call who back?"
"The FISH!"
"...What fish be dat, suh?" |
