fish story

Leaving a bayou in Southern Louisiana well known for
its fishing, a
Cajun
was stopped by a game warden. The game warden pulled
along side the
Cajun's boat and noticed two ice chests full of fish.

"Do you have a license to catch those fish?" the game
warden asked.
"Naw, ma' fren, I ain't got none of dem, no. Dese here
are ma'pet
fish,"
the Cajun proudly replied.
"Pet fish?!" the warden said.
"You betcha pet fish," said the Cajun. "Avery night I
take ma' pet
fish
down to de bayou and let dem swim 'round for a while,
and when I think
dey
had enough swimmin' for da evenin' den I whistle and
dey jump rat back
into dese here ice chests and I take dem home."

"That's a bunch of bull, fish can't do that!" the
warden demanded.
The Cajun looked at the game warden and said, "It's de
truth, ma' fren.
Here, I'll show you." So the Cajun carefully picked
up each of the two
ice chests, gently poured the fish into the bayou,
then sat back in his
boat chair, crossed his arms, and quietly waited.
After several minutes, the game warden turned to the
Cajun and said,
"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Well, how long are you going to let them swim
around?" the warden asked.

"Let who swim around?"

"The fish," the warden said.

"What fish?"