Fish??

A Cajun was stopped by a game warden in Southern Louisiana recently with two
ice chests of fish, leaving a bayou well known for its fishing. The game
warden asked the man, "Do you have a license to catch those fish?" The Cajun
replied, "Naw, ma fren, I ain't got none of dem, no. Dese are my pet fish.
"Pet fish?!" the warden replied.
"Ya. Avery night I take dese here fish down to de bayou and let dem
swim 'round for a while. I whistle and dey jump rat back into dem dere ice
chests and I take dem home."
"That's a bunch of hooey! Fish can't do that!"
The Cajun looked at the game warden for a moment and then said, "It's de
truth ma' fren, I'll show you. It really works."
"Okay, I've GOT to see this!" The game warden was curious now. The Cajun
poured the fish in to the bayou and stood and waited. After several minutes,
the game warden turned to him and said, "Well?"
"Well, what?" said the Cajun.
"When are you going to call them back?" The game warden prompted.
"Call who back?" the Cajun asked.
"The FISH."
"What fish?" the Cajun asked.