Santa was walking through Rose Garden in Chandigarh and was astonished to see an old man, fishing rod in hand, fishing over a beautiful bed of red roses. 'Tsk Tsk! ' said Santa to himself. 'What a sad sight. That poor old man is fishing over a bed of flowers. I'll see if I can help.'
So he walked up to the old man and asked, 'What are you doing, my friend? '
'Fishing, sir.'
'Fishing, well how would you like to come have a drink with me? '
The old man stood put his rod away and followed the kind stranger to the corner bar. He ordered a large glass of Scotch, snacks and a fine cigar.
Santa felt good about helping the old man, and he asked, 'Tell me, old friend, how many did you catch today? '
The old fellow took a long drag on the cigar, blew a careful smoke ring and replied, 'You are the fourth today, sir! '
Edwin Drood
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