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Sat 4 Oct, 2003 07:01 am
... On the border of England and Wales there's this small forest that's managed by a couple of wardens, one from England and one from Wales.
Whilst patrolling the forest one day, the English warden comes across a wolf caught in a trap. Immediately he returns to his office and phones the Welsh warden and tells him that one of his wolves is caught in a trap.
"How do you know it's one of our wolves?" asks the Welsh warden.
"Well," replies the English warden, "He's already chewed off three of his legs, and he's still trapped
Having more then a little Welsh ancestry in my blood, I'm not quite sure how to respond to this.
I guess I can spare a little hee hee for ya.
~She whose middle name is Stubborn. (Is whose correct?)
butrflynet, I just copied it from elsewhere, it doesn't matter who the other guy is, if you lived in colorado you could make the "welsh" from arizona or new mexico or utah, I assure you it is not a slur on the welsh.
The Welsh wolf only chewed through three legs before getting loose due to an ill temper that needed working out before he could focus.
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