"Hello, is this the FBI?"

"Yes. What do you want?"

"I have good inside information and I'm calling to report about

my neighbor Billy Smith! He's selling drugs and he hides the

cocaine inside the logs in his firewood pile."

"Thank you very much for the call, sir."

The next day, the FBI agents descend on Billy's house. They

search the shed where the firewood is kept. Using axes, they bust

open every piece of wood, but find no cocaine. They curse and

swear at Billy and leave.

The phone rings at Billy's house.

"Hey, Billy! Did the FBI come?"

"Yeah!"

"Did they chop your firewood?"

"Yep."

"Happy Birthday, old buddy!"