The Pet Fish
A man with two buckets of fish was leaving Loch Lomond, well known for its fishing, when a game warden stopped him.
The warden asked, "Do you have a license to catch those fish?"
The man replied, "No, sir. These are my pet fish."
"Pet fish?!" the warden said.
"Yes, sir. Every night, I take these fish down to the beach and let them swim around for about half an hour. Then, when I whistle, they all come back, jump into my buckets, and I take them home. We do this every night."
"That's a bunch of nonsense," the warden scoffed. "Fish can’t do that!"
"No, really," the man said. "Here, I'll show you." And with that, he released the fish into the loch.
The warden, intrigued, said, "Well, I've got to see this!"
So they stood and waited. Several minutes passed. Finally, the warden asked, "Well?"
"Well, what?" the man said.
"When are you going to call them back?"
"Call who back?"
"The fish!"
The man looked at him and said, "What fish?"
