"Yes, what can I do for you?"
"I'm calling to report 'bout my neighbor Jack Murphy. He's hidin' marijuana inside his firewood. Don't quite know how he's getting it inside them logs but I know he's hidin' it in there."
"Thank you very much for the call, sir. We'll have our officers investigate," say's the desk sergeant before hanging up.
The next day, 12 St. John's police constables descend on Jack's home and search the shed where the firewood is kept. Using axes they bust open every piece of wood but find no hidden stash of weed. They sneer at Jack and leave.
Shortly thereafter the phone rings at Jack's house.
"Hey Jack! This here's Floyd. Did the cops come?"
"Did they chop your firewood?"
"Happy birthday buddy!"