A Fishing Tale.
A couple of young boys were fishing at their special pond on a private estate. All of a sudden, the Game Keeper jumped out of the bushes. Immediately, one of the boys threw his rod down and started running through the woods like a bat out of hell. The Game Keeper was hot on his heels. After about a half mile, the young man stopped and stooped over with his hands on his thighs to catch his breath, so the Game Keeper finally caught up to him. "Let's see your fishing license, Boy!" the Keeper gasped. With that, the boy pulled out his wallet and gave the Game Keeper a valid fishing license. "Well, son," said the Game Keeper. "You must be the village idiot! You don't have to run from me if you have a valid license!" "Yes, sir," replied the young guy. "But my friend back there, doesn't have one."