Garden Plow

The phone rings at FBI headquarters.

"Hello?"
"Hello, is this the FBI?"
"Yes. What do you want?"

"I'm calling to report my neighbor Adrian Thibodeaux, who is hiding
marijuana inside his firewood logs."

"Thank you very much for the call, sir."

Next day, the FBI agents descend on Thibodeaux's house. They search the
shed where the firewood is kept. Using axes, they bust open every piece of
wood, but find no marijuana. They glare at Thibodeaux and leave.

The phone rings at Thibodeaux's house.

"Hey, Adrian! Did the FBI come?"
"Yeah!"
"Did they chop your firewood?"

"Yep"
"Great, now it's your turn to call. I need my garden plowed."