The phone rings at FBI headquarters.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this the FBI?"
"Yes. What do you want?"
"I'm calling to report my neighbor Bubba, who is hiding marijuana inside his firewood."
"Thank you very much for the call, sir."
Next day, the FBI agents descend on Bubba'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 glare at Bubba and leave.
The phone rings at Bubba's house.
"Hey, Bubba! This is Claude. Did the FBI come?"
"Yeah!"
"Did they chop your firewood?"
"Yep"
"Great, now it's your turn to call. I need my garden plowed