Subject: The pond....
Seems this old Cajun in Georgia had owned a large farm for several years. He had a large pond in the back.. It was good for swimming, so he fixed it up nice with picnic tables, horseshoe courts, and some apple, and peach trees – even some cypress trees to remind him of the swamp.

One evening the old farmer decided to go down to the pond, as he hadn't been there for a while to look it over. He grabbed a five-gallon bucket to bring back some fruit.

As he neared the pond, he heard voices shouting and laughing with glee. As he came closer, he saw it was a bunch of young women skinny-dipping in his pond.

He made the women aware of his presence and they all went to deeper water. One of the women shouted to him, 'We're not coming out until you leave!'

The old man frowned, 'I didn't come down here to watch you ladies swim naked or make you get out of the pond naked, mais non.'

Holding the bucket up he said, 'I'm here to feed dem alligators!'

Even dem ol’ Cajuns can still think fast.