Finally she decided she knew enough, and out she went for her first ice-fishing trip. She carefully gathered up and packed all the tools and equipment needed for the excursion. Each piece of equipment had its own special place in her kit. When she got to the ice, she found a quiet little area; placed her padded stool; and carefully laid out her tools.
Just as she was about to make her first cut into the ice, a booming voice from the sky bellowed, "There are no fish under the ice!"
Startled, the blonde
grabbed up all her belongings; moved farther along on the ice; poured
some hot chocolate from her thermos; and started to cut a new
hole. Again the voice from above
bellowed, "there are no fish under the ice!"
Amazed, the blonde wasn't
quite sure what to do, as this certainly wasn't covered in any of the
books. She packed up her gear and moved to the far side of the ice.
Once there, she stopped for a few moments to regain her calm. She was
extremely careful to set everything up perfectly - tools in the right
place...chair positioned just so. Just as she was about to cut the new
hole, the voice came again:
And the voice boomed back, "No. This is the manager of the skating rink."