WHERE’S THE FIRE?

The telephone rang in the fire station office. The duty fireman picked up the receiver.

“Is this the fire station?” asked a timid voice.

“Yes, that’s right,” replied the fireman eagerly.

“Well,” continued the voice, “I’ve just had a new rock garden built, and I’ve put in some new plants.”

“WHERE’S THE FIRE?” yelled the fireman.

“Some of these new plants are very expensive, you know, and …”

“Look here,” said the fireman, “you want the flower shop.”

“No, I don’t,” said the voice, “you see, my neighbour’s house is on fire and I don’t want your firemen to trample all over my rock garden when you come here.”