Swimming

An elderly man in Queensland owned a large property. He had a dam in one of the lower paddocks where he had planted mango and avocado trees. The dam had been fixed up for swimming when it was built, and he also had some picnic tables placed there in the shade of the fruit trees.

One evening the old farmer decided to go down to the dam to look it over, as he hadn’t been there for a while. He grabbed a ten litre bucket to bring back some fruit. As he neared the dam, he heard voices, shouting and laughing with glee.

As he came closer, he saw it was a bunch of young women, skinny-dipping in his dam.

He made the women aware of his presence and they all rushed to the deep end. One of the women shouted to him, ‘We’re not coming out until you leave!’

The old man frowned, ‘I didn’t come down here to watch you ladies swim naked, or make you get out of the dam naked.’

Holding the bucket up he said, ‘I’m just here to feed the crocodile.’