buck way back in the bush, and, sure enough who popped up but the game warden. “Let’s see your licence,” said the


warden. Larry started fumbling through


his pockets, mumbling: “It’s here somewhere. I know I’ve got one.” After fi ve minutes of fumbling


the warden was fed up. “Okay, I’m gonna have to charge


you with illegally hunting without a licence,” he said. He grabbed the antlers. “Give me a hand carrying the evidence out to the road.” “I’m not gonna help you,” said


Larry. “You’re on your own.” The game warden swore and


started dragging the deer through the bush. Larry walked behind, whistling and singing George Jones songs. After an hour they got to the


road and the game warden looked like something the puppy coughed up. He was covered in sweat and dirt and not in a good mood at all. Larry reached into his jacket


pocket. “Oh!” he said, “Here’s my


license! Fancy that. I had it all the time! But thanks for carrying my deer. You’ve been a big help, offi cer. Well, be seein’ ya!” Have fun this summer and


remember: Fish aren’t stupid. You’ve never heard of fi sh going peopleing, have ya?


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