A nice catch

The rain was pouring and there was a big puddle in front of the pub. A ragged old man was standing there with a rod and hanging a string into the puddle. A tipsy—looking , curious gentleman came over to him and asked what he was doing.

“ fishing .”the old man said.

“poor old fool.” the gentleman thought and he invited the ragged old man to a drink in the pub . as he felt he should start some conversation while they were sipping their whisky the gentleman asked, “and how many have you caught?”

“you’re the eight.” the old man answered.

巧妙上钩

大雨倾盆，酒馆前有一个大水桶。一个衣衫褴褛的老头站在那里，拿着一根竹竿，把一条细线挂到水塘里。一个看起来喝多了的、好奇的人走进老头，问他在干嘛。

“钓鱼。“老头回答

“可怜的老傻子。“这位先生想，他邀请这位衣衫褴褛的老头到酒馆喝一杯。他们押着威士忌的时候，这位先生觉得该聊点什么。他问道, “你已经钓了多少了？”你是第8个。”老头回答。