wanted to go ice fishing (it was in a cold country). After reading many books on the subject, and finally getting all the necessary tools together, they made for the ice.

After positioning themselves on comfy footstools, they made a circular cut in the ice. Suddenly, from the sky, a voice boomed, "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."

Startled, they moved further down the ice, poured a thermos of tea, and began to cut yet another hole. Again from the heavens the voice bellowed, "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."

The church, now worried, moved away, clear down to the opposite end of the ice. They set up their stools once more and tried again to cut a hole. The voice came once more, "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE."

They stopped, looked skyward, fell on their knees and said, "Is that you, Lord?"

The voice replied, "NO,.. THIS IS THE MANAGER OF THE ICE RINK."