Working With The FBIThe 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! He ishiding marijuana inside his firewood.““Thank you very much for the call, sir.“The next day, the FBI agents descend on Thibodeaux’s house. Theysearch the shed where the firewood is kept. Using axes, they bustopen every piece of wood, but find no marijuana. They swear atThibodeaux 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.“
