A BLONDE DECIDED SHE NEEDED SOMETHING NEW AND DIFFERENT FOR A WINTER HOBBY.
SHE WENT TO THE BOOKSTORE AND BOUGHT EVERY BOOK SHE COULD FIND ON
ICE-FISHING. FOR WEEKS SHE READ AND STUDIED, HOPING TO BECOME AN EXPERT IN
THE FIELD.
FINALLY SHE DECIDED SHE KNEW ENOUGH, AND OUT SHE WENT FOR HER FIRST
ICE-FISHING TRIP. SHE CAREFULLY GATHERED UP AND PACKED ALL THE TOOLS AND
EQUIPMENT NEEDED FOR THE EXCURSION. EACH PIECE OF EQUIPMENT HAD ITS OWN
SPECIAL PLACE IN HER KIT.
WHEN SHE GOT TO THE ICE, SHE FOUND A QUIET LITTLE AREA, PLACED HER PADDED
STOOL, AND CAREFULLY LAID OUT HER TOOLS. JUST AS SHE WAS ABOUT TO MAKE HER
FIRST CUT INTO THE ICE, A BOOMING VOICE FROM THE SKY BELLOWED, “THERE ARE NO
FISH UNDER THE ICE!”
STARTLED, THE BLONDE GRABBED UP ALL HER BELONGINGS, MOVED FARTHER ALONG ON
THE ICE, POURED SOME HOT CHOCOLATE FROM HER THERMOS AND STARTED TO CUT A NEW
HOLE. AGAIN THE VOICE FROM ABOVE BELLOWED, “THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE
ICE!”
AMAZED, THE BLONDE WASN’T QUITE SURE WHAT TO DO AS THIS CERTAINLY WASN’T
COVERED IN ANY OF THE BOOKS. SHE PICKED UP HER GEAR AND MOVED TO THE FAR
SIDE OF THE ICE. ONCE THERE, SHE STOPPED FOR A FEW MOMENTS TO REGAIN HER
CALM. SHE WAS EXTREMELY CAREFUL TO SET EVERYTHING UP PERFECTLY– TOOLS IN
THE RIGHT PLACE AND CHAIR POSITIONED JUST SO. JUST AS SHE WAS ABOUT TO CUT
THE NEW HOLE, THE VOICE CAME AGAIN, “THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!”
PETRIFIED, THE BLONDE LOOKED SKYWARD AND ASKED, “IS THAT YOU, LORD?”
AND THE VOICE BOOMED BACK, “NO, THIS IS THE MANAGER OF THE SKATING RINK.”