The warden catches Seamus leaving the vicinity of the reservoir with a bucket of fish. "Aha! I've cought you poachin' fish redhanded," says the warden. "Whatever do you mean redhanded?" says Seamus. "You've got a bucket full of 'em right there. You can't talk your way out of it this time" "Oh, you don't understand," says Seamus, "I've not poached a thing. These are my pet fish. I bring 'em to the reservior once a week for exercise. After they've had a good swim, they come back to the bucket and we go back home." "Do ya expect me to believe such a tale?" "I can prove it," says Seamus. So they walk back to the reservior and Seamus dips the bucket in and the fish swim away. They stand in silence for 20, 30, 40, minutes...no sign of the fish coming back to the pail. "Ha, ya lying rogue!" shouts the warden. "Where are your fish?" "And what fish would you be referring to?????"