A nice catch

The rain was pouring and there was a big puddle in front of the pub. A ragged old man was standing there with a rod and hanging a string into the puddle. A tipsy—looking , curious gentleman came over to him and asked what he was doing.

“ fishing .”the old man said.

“poor old fool.” the gentleman thought and he invited the ragged old man to a drink in the pub . as he felt he should start some conversation while they were sipping their whisky the gentleman asked, “and how many have you caught?”

“you’re the eight.” the old man answered.

巧妙上鉤

大雨傾盆，酒館前有一個大水桶。一個衣衫襤褸的老頭站在那里，拿著一根竹竿，把一條細線掛到水塘里。一個看起來喝多了的、好奇的人走進老頭，問他在干嘛。

“釣魚。“老頭回答

“可憐的老傻子。“這位先生想，他邀請這位衣衫襤褸的老頭到酒館喝一杯。他們押著威士忌的時候，這位先生覺得該聊點什么。他問道, “你已經釣了多少了？”你是第8個。”老頭回答。