Sitting on the bank of a stream a young fisherman trolled his bait lazily in the water and chewed comfortably on a blade of grass.
“Catch anything yet?” asked the stranger.
“Nope,” murmured the fishermen.
“That’s strange. It appears to be such a fine stream for trout,” said the stranger.
“It must be,” replied the fishermen, “they refuse to leave it.”
You know what really makes me smile? Facial muscles.