We haven't seen or heard John Shand lately---Are you out there John ?? Happy New Year !!

Shandy's missus wanted to go ice-fishing. She'd seen many books on the subject, and finally, after getting all the necessary "tools" together, she made for the nearest frozen lake. After positioning her comfy foot-stool, she started to make a circular cut in the ice.

Suddenly ---from the sky--- a voice boomed, "THERE ARE NO FISH THERE!"

Startled, the she moved further down the ice, poured a Thermos of cappuccino, began to cut yet another hole. Again, from the heavens, the voice bellowed, "THERE ARE NO FISH THERE!"

Now quite worried, she moved way down to the opposite end of the ice, sat up her stool, and tried again to cut her hole.

The voice came once more: "THERE ARE NO FISH THERE!" She stopped, looked skyward, and said, "Who are you --- God?"
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The voice replied, "NO, I OWN THE ICE-RINK!"