Some old-timers are killing time on a park bench swapping stories. One sits quietly while the others talk. Finally, he pipes up to tell of a day when he went fishing and ran out of bait.
"I didn't know what to do," he says. "Then I looked down around my feet and saw a small snake with a frog in its mouth. I grabbed the snake, removed the frog and cut it up for bait. I felt a little guilty about relieving the snake of its meal, so to repay him, I poured a couple of drops of whisky into his mouth.
"The snake slithered off," the man says, "and I must say, he looked contented. I went back to my fishing, but in a little while I felt something rubbing against my leg. When I looked down, there was that same snake. This time he was carrying in his mouth three more frogs."
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