Training Excercise...

The SAS, the Para's and the Police decide to go on a

survival weekend together to see who comes out on top.

After basic exercises the trainer tells them that their next

objective is to go into the woods and catch a rabbit for their

supper, returning with it ready to skin and cook.

Night falls.

First up - the SAS. They don infrared goggles, drop to the ground andcrawl

into the woods in formation. Absolute silence for 5 minutes,followed by the

unmistakable muffled "phut-phut" of their trademark silenced "double-tap".

They emerge with a rabbit shot cleanly between the eyes. "Excellent!"

remarks the trainer.

Next up - the Para's. They finish their cans of lager, smear themselves with

camouflage cream, fix bayonets and charge down into the woods, screaming at

the top of their lungs. For the next hour the woods ring with the sound of

machine-gun fire, hand 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 done", says the trainer.

Lastly, in go the coppers, walking slowly, hands behind backs whistling

Dixon of Dock Green. For the next few hours, the silence is only broken by

the occasional crackle of a walkie-talkie "Sierra Lima Whisky, suspect

headed straight for you..." etc.

After what seems an eternity, they emerge escorting a squirrel in

handcuffs.

"What the hel_l do you think you are doing?" asks the trainer, "Take this

squirrel back and get me a rabbit like I asked you five hours ago!".

So back they go. Minutes pass. Minutes turn to hours, night drags on and

turns to day.

The next morning, the trainer and the other teams are awakened by the

police, holding the handcuffed squirrel, now covered in bruises, one eye

nearly shut. "Are you taking the p*ss!!??" asks the now seriously irate

trainer.

The police team leader nudges the squirrel, who squeaks:

"Alright, Alright, I'm a f*ckin' rabbit!"