Ullo, is this the Phoenix SAPS?’
‘Ya. What you want?’
‘I’m calling to report my neighbor, Visvanathen
Moonsamy! He is hiding dagga inside his firewood.’ ‘Ja…Thank you for
your copration and informashin in combating crime and violence, in
our society sir..’ The next day, the SAP descend on Viss’ possie. They
search the braai Lapa where the firewood is kept. Using axes, they chop
open every piece of wood, but find no dagga. They shout and swear at
Vis and leave.

The phone rings at Viss’ house.
‘Hey, Vis ! Did the SAPS come?’
‘Did they chop your firewood for the braai
tonight?’ ‘…ja….’

‘Happy Birthday Bra! ‘I’ll bring the dops now.