At the back woods bum-duck county police station the phone rings…
‘Hello, is this the Sheriff’s Office?’
‘Yes. What can I do for you?’
‘Ah’m calling to report ’bout my neighbor Mr. Dwayne smith….ya see sir, he’s hidin’ marijuana inside all his firewood pieces! Don’t quite know how he gets it inside dem logs, but he’s a-hidin’ it there.’
‘Thank you very much for the call, sir.’
The next day, the Sheriff’s Deputies descend on Dwayne’s house. They searched the shed where the firewood is kept. Using axes, they bust open every piece of wood, but find no sign of any marijuana. They sneer at Dwayne and leave.
Shortly, the phone rings at Dwayne’s house.
‘Hey, Dwayne! This here’s Floyd….Did the Sheriff come?’
‘Yup sure did!’
‘Did they chop all-a ya’all firewood?’
‘Happy Birthday, buddy!’