An old man was walking through the French countryside, admiring the beautiful spring day,
when over a hedgerow he spotted a young couple making love in a field:
Getting over his initial shock he said to himself. "Ah,young love, ze spring time, ze air, ze flowers. Cest magnifique!" And he continued to watch, remembering the good old days that hed once enjoyed.
Suddenly he gasped and said. "Mais. Sacre bleu! Ze woman she is dead!" Before heading off as fast as he could to the town to tell Jean, the police chief.
He arrived at the Police Station, out of breath, and shouted. "JeanJeanzere is zis man, zis woman naked in farmer Gastons field making love."
The police chief smiled and said. "Come, come, Henri you are not so old, remember ze young love, ze spring time, ze air, ze flowers? Ah,Lamour! Zis is OK."
"Mais non! You do not understand; ze woman, she is dead!
Upon hearing this, Jean, leapt up from his seat, rushed out of the station, jumped on his push-bike, pedalled down to the field, confirmed Henris story and pedalled all the way back (non-stop) to call the doctor.
He picked up the telephone and screamed.
"Pierre, Pierre, this is Jean, I was in Gastons field; zere is a young couple naked having sex."
To which Pierre replied. "Jean, I am a man of science. You must remember, its spring, ze air, ze flowers, Ah, Lamour! Zis is very natural."
Jean, still out of breath, grasped in reply. "NON, you do not understand; ze woman, she is dead!"
Hearing this, Pierre exclaimed. "Mon dieu." He grabbed his black medicine bag, stuffed in his thermometer, stethoscope and other tools, jumped in his car and drove like a madman down to Gastons field.
After carefully examining the participants he drove calmly back to Henri and Jean, who were waiting at the station.
When he got there, went inside, smiled patiently and said......
"Ah, mes amis, do not worry. Ze woman, she is not dead, she is British."
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Possum; AKA:- Ali El-Aziz Mohamed Gundawiathan
Sent from my imperial66 typewriter using carrier pigeon, message sticks and smoke signals.
I first heard this (a variation on the theme) about 40 years ago when living in Rome; my English wife was not very amused nor our English women friends in the ex. pat. community but the Europeans, men and women, loved it - it's not exactly true but, like most, jokes is based upon a partly solid foundation :)
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"I beseech you in the bowels of Christ think it possible you may be mistaken"
Oliver Cromwell, 3rd August 1650 - in a letter to the General Assembly of the Kirk of Scotland
