The phone rings at FBI headquarters.

 "Hello?"

 "Hello, is this the FBI?"

 "Yes.  What do you want?"

 "I'm calling to report my neighbor, Thibodeaux.  He's hiding marijuana in
 his firewood."

 "Your report will be noted."

 The next day, the FBI shows up at Thibodeaux's house.
 They search the shed where the firewood is kept, break every piece of
 wood, but find no marijuana.
 They swear at Thibodeaux and leave.

 The phone rings at Thibodeaux's house...

 "Hey, Thibodeaux!  Did the FBI come?"

 "Yeah!"

 "Did dey chop de firewood?"

 "Mais, yeah dey did."

 "Okay, now it's your turn to call...I need my garden plowed."