'Hello, is dis the Redwood Falls Sheriff's Office?' 

'Yes. What can I do for you?'

'I'm calling to report 'bout my neighbor Ole Johnson...He's
hidin' marijuana inside his firewood! Don't quite
know how he gets it inside dem logs, but he's hidin' it dere.'

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

The next day, twelve of Redwood Falls finest Sheriff's Deputies 
descend on Ole'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 sneer at Ole and leave.

Shortly, the phone rings at Ole's house.

'Hey, Ole! Dis here's Sven.... Did the Sheriff come?'


'Did they chop your firewood?'


'Appy Eter, buddy!'