A boy with a bucket full of live fish was approached by a game warden.
The game warden asked the boy, “May I see your fishing license please?”
“Naw, sir,” replied the boy. “I don’t need none of them there papers. These here are my pet fish.”
“Yep. Once a week, I bring these here fish o’mine down to the lake and let ’em swim ’round for a while. Then when I whistle, they swim right back into my net and I take ’em home.”
“What a line of baloney… you’re under arrest.”
The boy said, “It’s the truth, I’ll show ya! We do this all the time!!”
“WE do, now, do WE?” smirked the warden. “PROVE it!”
The boy released the fish into the lake and stood and waited.
After a few minutes, the warden said, “Well?”
“Well, WHUT?” said the boy.
The warden asked, “When are you going to call em back?”
“Call who back?”
“The FISH,” replied the warden!
“Whut fish?” asked the boy.