Koppan Eiffel, email

AN ELDERLY man had owned a large farm for most of his life. In one field was a large pond. It was just perfect for swimming, so the farmer had fixed it up nice with picnic tables and some shady fruit trees.

One evening the old farmer decided to go down to the pond to look it over, as he hadn’t been down there for a while. He took a big bucket with him so he could bring back some fruit.

As he neared the pond, he could hear female voices shouting and laughing. As he drew closer, he realised there were a bunch of beautiful young women skinny-dipping in his pond.

The old farmer cleared his throat loudly. The women screamed and rushed to the deep end of the pond to protect their modesty. “Dirty old man!

We’re not coming out until you leave!” one of the women shouted.

But this farmer was a crafty old bugger. “Don’t worry,” he replied. “I didn’t come down here to ogle you ladies.” He held up the bucket and continued: “I’m just here to feed the crocodiles!”