The SAS, the Parachute Regiment, and the Police decide to go on a survival weekend together, to see who comes out on top.
After some basic exercises the trainer tells them that their next objective is to go into the woods and catcha rabbit for their supper, returning with it ready to skin and cook.
Night falls and the SAS are first up. They done infrared goggles, drop to the ground and crawl into the woods in formation. Absolute silence for 5 minutes, followed by the unmistakeable muffled "phut - phut" of their trademark silenced "double tap". they emerge with a large rabbit shot cleanly between the eyes.
"Excellent" remarks the trainer, and sends in the Paras.
they finish their cans of lager, smear themselves with camoflage cream, fix bayonets and charge into the woods, screaming at the top of their lungs. For the next hour the woods ring wiht the sound of rifle and machine gun fire, had grenades, mortar bombs and blood curdling war cries.
eventually they emerge, carrying the charred remains of a rabbit. "A bit messy, but you achieved the aim; well dne" says the trainer.
Lastly, in go the coppers, walking slowly, hands behind their backs, whisling Dixon of Dock Green. For the next few hours the silence is only broken by the occasional crackle of walkie talkie " Sierra Lima Whisky Fanta One, suspect headed straight for you........" etc. After what seems like an eternity, they emerge, escorting a squirrel in handcuffs. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" asks the incredulous trainer, "Take that squirrel back, and get me a rabbit like I asked you to 5 hours ago!"
So back they go. Minutes pass. Minutes turn into hours, night drags on, and turns into day. The next morning the trainer, and the other teams are awakened by the police, holding the handcuffed squirrel, now covered in bruises, with one eye nearly shut. "Are you taking the p**s!!?" asks the now seriously irate trainer.
The police team leader nudges the squirrel, who squeaks "Alright, Alright,............I'm a f**king rabbit".
sorry robbo
