A BLONDE DECIDED SHE NEEDED SOMETHING NEW AND DIFFERENT FOR A WINTER HOBBY.
SHE WENT TO THE BOOKSTORE AND BOUGHT EVERY BOOK SHE COULD FIND ON ICE
FISHING. FOR WEEKS SHE READ AND STUDIED, HOPING TO BECOME AN EXPERT IN
THE FIELD.
FINALLY SHE DECIDED SHE KNEW ENOUGH, AND OUT SHE WENT FOR HER FIRST ICE
FISHING TRIP. SHE CAREFULLY GATHERED UP AND PACKED ALL THE TOOLS AND
EQUIPMENT NEEDED FOR THE EXCURSION. WHEN SHE GOT TO THE ICE, SHE FOUND A QUIET LITTLE AREA, PLACED HER PADDED
STOOL, AND CAREFULLY LAID OUT HER TOOLS. JUST AS SHE WAS ABOUT TO MAKE
HER FIRST CUT INTO THE ICE, A BOOMING VOICE FROM THE SKY BELLOWED,
"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!"
STARTLED, THE BLONDE GRABBED UP ALL HER BELONGINGS, MOVED FARTHER ALONG
ON THE ICE, POURED OUT SOME HOT CHOCOLATE, AND STARTED TO CUT
A NEW HOLE. AGAIN THE VOICE BELLOWED FROM ABOVE,
"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!"
AMAZED, THE BLONDE WASN'T QUITE SURE WHAT TO DO.
SO SHE PACKED UP HER GEAR AND MOVED
TO THE FAR SIDE OF THE ICE. SHE WAS CAREFUL TO SET EVERYTHING UP
PERFECTLY -- TOOLS IN THE
RIGHT PLACE, CHAIR POSITIONED JUST SO. JUST AS SHE WAS ABOUT TO CUT
THE NEW HOLE, THE VOICE CAME AGAIN:
"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!"
PETRIFIED, THE BLONDE LOOKED SKYWARD AND ASKED,
"IS THAT YOU LORD?"
AND THE VOICE BOOMED BACK,
"NO, THIS IS THE MANAGER OF THE SKATING RINK!"
(sorry about all the caps I just copied it and pasted I was too lazy to type it all out
)
SHE WENT TO THE BOOKSTORE AND BOUGHT EVERY BOOK SHE COULD FIND ON ICE
FISHING. FOR WEEKS SHE READ AND STUDIED, HOPING TO BECOME AN EXPERT IN
THE FIELD.
FINALLY SHE DECIDED SHE KNEW ENOUGH, AND OUT SHE WENT FOR HER FIRST ICE
FISHING TRIP. SHE CAREFULLY GATHERED UP AND PACKED ALL THE TOOLS AND
EQUIPMENT NEEDED FOR THE EXCURSION. WHEN SHE GOT TO THE ICE, SHE FOUND A QUIET LITTLE AREA, PLACED HER PADDED
STOOL, AND CAREFULLY LAID OUT HER TOOLS. JUST AS SHE WAS ABOUT TO MAKE
HER FIRST CUT INTO THE ICE, A BOOMING VOICE FROM THE SKY BELLOWED,
"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!"
STARTLED, THE BLONDE GRABBED UP ALL HER BELONGINGS, MOVED FARTHER ALONG
ON THE ICE, POURED OUT SOME HOT CHOCOLATE, AND STARTED TO CUT
A NEW HOLE. AGAIN THE VOICE BELLOWED FROM ABOVE,
"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!"
AMAZED, THE BLONDE WASN'T QUITE SURE WHAT TO DO.
SO SHE PACKED UP HER GEAR AND MOVED
TO THE FAR SIDE OF THE ICE. SHE WAS CAREFUL TO SET EVERYTHING UP
PERFECTLY -- TOOLS IN THE
RIGHT PLACE, CHAIR POSITIONED JUST SO. JUST AS SHE WAS ABOUT TO CUT
THE NEW HOLE, THE VOICE CAME AGAIN:
"THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!"
PETRIFIED, THE BLONDE LOOKED SKYWARD AND ASKED,
"IS THAT YOU LORD?"
AND THE VOICE BOOMED BACK,
"NO, THIS IS THE MANAGER OF THE SKATING RINK!"
(sorry about all the caps I just copied it and pasted I was too lazy to type it all out
)
